Story Of My Life

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My love
Let me fall in love with being alive again,
Before I bind our bones in such delicacy
That a surgeon would cut off their own hands—
These hands; my hands
Have only ever explored the surface of the ocean
Skimmed the very top and then vanished
But how dextrously you stand there
Scares me
How dare you look through me
When I haven't opened my eyes just yet;
You mustn't look away, however,
As I may disappear into a cloud of smoke and ash
Corrupted by your evil eye