For the Very Second Time


I would love you 'til the end of time,
but I'll need another minute
to let you know
you are my perfect chaos.
I grasp your infinity
like a handful of sand.
The harder I squeeze
the faster you slip through my fingers.
And still it piles up.
And I can't hold on.
And I won't let go
to the quickest minute of my life,
looking forward to the past
and then I get down
until I look up to you
eye to eye to I
and thanking you
for everything
you knew I would become.

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