“I can’t write poetry
about you yet,
and it isn’t because
I haven’t found the words
to do it.
It’s because my skin
starts to tremble
every time I try to
spell your name,
and my hands
don’t know how to stay still
long enough for me to hold
a pencil without it nearly
killing me.”

Y.Z (via facesinthedark)

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