for the keeper of my name

I like the way you say my name,

I like how my name leaves your lips almost like a dare.

It’s forbidden and somehow you’ll find a way around to say it twice.

My name is your sweetheart, please don’t get in the middle of their love, don’t break them apart, let them run away to together.

I’ve never known my name to be the warmest thing I could hear before you.

I like the way you say my name, say it over and over like you’ve simply always known it to be true.

That’s when I am reminded of the blur to these kinds of things.

If I were to bring you home one day, will you forget it too soon?

It would hurt too much if you were only to love my name and nothing else.

As much as you say it correctly, I could never unveil myself in front of you—and if I couldn’t, would you still say it twice?