"It's history. It's poetry."

Unspoken Conversations with a Boy I've Never Met (I)

Him: Why do you always look at me?
Me: Why do museums exist?
Him: Preservation.
Me: Preservation of what?
Him: Important things, beautiful things.
Me: I like to preserve beautiful things too.

Storage Space

I want to curl up 
near the crook of your secrets
Kiss your brain
Hold your liveliness in between my fingers
Read your eyes
like a novel
and your heart beat
like a symphony 


I am sure I can put all my efforts
into constellations
but who has the time to look anymore?
So I can turn them into 
fireflies and keep them in your
back pocket so the hope in my eyes
will illuminate your wardrobe
and disperse throughout your body
without me. 


-"the bee"