dear gemini, i had a dream about you and how it would feel to have your warm whisper breath on my forehead again and i woke to cold sheets and cold toes and fingertips grasping for the other side of the too big too empty bed- what im trying to say is you are my sunlight and i hope you’re able to fall in love with my freckle constellations and my day-dreamer’s palms- no, what im trying to say is i hope you can ignore the shards of my heart that stick to the sides of my daisy-picker’s ribs- no, what im trying to say is i dont love you yet but oh, god, could i
leo










