the story of us
Breanne Weber
each word of yours
a grain of sand
falling on the scale pan opposite my heart
until i am me again
each word of mine
obsolete
to all except you
because you have a heart that’s compatible
each word of the world
telling us we shouldn’t have made it
reduced to nothing
because we proved them wrong
each word of our love song
ringing true
lulling us to sleep
as our limbs intertwine
together these words make the story of us
etched not on paper
but on the sky
read not by eyes
but by the moon every night