If we could've known
what we would become
I would have told you still,
out of breath
and full on in love,
that you were gonna be
my favorite home forever.
All of the lovely, broke,
young and dumb, sweet,
smirking son of a gun.

“i wanna go to spain”

little black skirt
chiffon black blouse
spin me around in the
September sun
let Madrid pour on my skin
Spanish flamenco stews in the air
pull me in by my small waist
my hand upon your chest
sway our hips and glower at me
like that, glower like that
like the stars are in your eyes,
on the top of the moon above
Madrid in Spain, dancing around
swirling around like
a spinning top in Spain
on hot concrete that would burn
our feet and smells of
heat and the glow of your smile
kiss me

i used to write about
living in lovers' chests,

hiding myself away
in the comfort of softer ribs,

not having to move a bit,
from bigger hands keeping me safe.


i dont want that with you.


make room for me
right beside your body,

i'll keep you in our arms
for as long as it takes to feel warmth,

i won't hide within,
i'll love you loud enough to fly

that's what i feel with you.

I make it
For us
Before us
And always

One step

After us.

It's like we're together but not at the same time.