I read you

like one of my very own poems

I see my reflection in your skin at 3am

my words dripping from ink on your arm

I have you memorized

the viens in your hands 

running like the water we sat alongside the first time we kissed

I know your edges

as if they were my own

your eyelids feel like home

but not your eyes

what a contradiction

to feel the warmth of the sun

the safety of an open field

as rain cuts deep into your pores

the harsh rain

that immediately washes away footprints

and lost love

I have memorized you

but I cannot perfect the art of predicting you

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