Oh you who have a silver tongue, what do you bring me?

It is not harsh truths that scorch the mind.

Neither cruel lies that are designed to cut deep.

What you bring me are sweet nothings that lie in the middle.

Gilded in all I wish to hear.

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Am I really so see through?

You read my mind so easily.

Like a jar full of stars.

Divining exactly how to make me move.

Drawing connections I both knew and did not know about.

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No, you will find that I am the opposite of mad.

I have always been quick to trust and you came upon me like the best high.

You became the space between my stars.

Showed me why I orbit the way I do.

How could I ever keep those brilliant lights apart from you?

You and your silver tongue.