there goes a bit of my life spent on you
and my heart
my chest is squeezed like an orange beneath my ribcage
my esophagus is crying
or that's how i feel
please dont take this from me
the little lighthouse youve built in my sea

deep, quiet and soft
he puts my soul to sleep
like the sun, as it dips over the hill
and my heart, like the moon, it rises

contained, timid, calm
this brittle branch
a twig beneath my foot
his fragile, pressured posture
he seems a birdlike thing until he

sparks- snaps
across the room
lightning on a hot summer day
unexpected, and
explosive, and
beautiful,
that bright, electric beam

i can do it
                       i can undo it