she.

she walks with an intensity

a sense of freedom that only the moon can match

and I wonder

who does she think she is?

to be so open, so untethered

to open yourself to the world

to crack at the sight of her

would be to deny your existence

everything about you is wonderful

you are drunk with glamor

and you hold the secrets generations

have been dying to keep locked up

I am crying at the sight of you

I want to be in your radius

even for a second to be close to you

would be the highest honor