Two seconds.
And my heartbeat
flutters like butterflies
crystallizing in my hot
blood and dissolving
in my cold veins.
A stop-and-go motion
of quick-blinking
succession.
Blink too fast
and I've missed it.
My heartbeat is falling
and these lungs
rub against my soft ribs,
aching a smile out of me.
Candle-light breath
on your shoulders
and in my hair.
"What a treacherous thing
to believe
that a person is more
than a person."*
*John Green, Paper Towns
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