hope is a word I didn’t understand until I met you
because I never let myself be gifted something so precious
but you stormed in all fire and fight and I never had a chance
and the minute you said my name
part of my heart carved itself out of my chest
and dripping blood, just like my hands, gave those pieces to you
so as long as breath comes from your lungs
the feeling of hope will burn inside my soul
the thing that is made with echoes of you
and I know that home is not a place, it’s the sound of your voice
it’s the reassurance that flows in my body when you touch me
it’s the way I know that we’ll always find each other
oh, my beloved, the constellations are jealous legends
and they know that we are already rewriting them
so, yes, when we’re immortalized in the sky, it will be side by side”
-elica frank
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