No more I love you’s
Now they burn my throat like salt water.
No more broken promises
That were little more that broken bottles.
No more midnight conversations
Where we worked out everything but nothing.
We've left the memories we had behind
Like old textbooks.
We hid our hearts up our sleeves
With aces and kings.
And dried our eyes with our hair
Trying to remember where we forgot.

One day I’ll laugh and it won’t feel like my lips are cracking from the strain.
One day I’ll fall asleep and wake up with my cheeks still dry.
One day I’ll stop saying Is and start saying Was.
One day I’ll quit finding you in the eyes of strangers, or the touch of guests.
One day my body won’t hurt from what you’ve done to me and I won’t slam my head into the wall pretending it’s my heart.
One day I’ll forget you existed and be happy about it.
One day my skin will change and I’ll have a body you’ve never touched.
One day I’ll learn to live with myself and the things I’ve done.
Today I’ll try.

My mind is in a constant state of restlessness.
My body stills but my thoughts-
Churning like a sea of doubt remain.
The insides of my eyelids, etched in the gold of fine meditation.
I have sensations with no words
And answers that I’ve forgotten the questions to
And yet they still stay clogging my psyche raising a messy dam.
Just remember, whenever I seem cold or distant-
I’m just thinking of this.
So deep in the vast possibilities of us, I can’t seem to grasp
the reality that’s holding my hand with its thumb pressed gently to the inside of my left wrist.
The sky is grey, did I tell you?
And the sea turns green when I look at it too long,
like your eyes when you’re angry.

We spoke with our hands roaming
Lost our words in heated breaths.
Skin like milk in strobe lights.
Giggles like children in the streets.
Slower
Drenched in warmth.
Muffled voices soaking through the brick.
When I caught the taste of recklessness between your teeth
I was content to bask in the heat of this moment.
Okay with right now in your arms.

I guess it’s fitting that you’re made of star dust.
Each part of you from a different corner of the world.
I bet the sparkles in your eyes, were once flecks of the sun
and the salt of your lips were at one time part of the sea.
Because your voice is the warmth of a summer day,
Your laugh like thunder
Your touch electricity.
I’m almost sure your mind was once a part of some great poets,
Like F. Scott Fitzgerald
Or Virginia Woolf
And your hands must have belonged to Monet.
Your teeth look like skyscrapers from down here
And the city inside of you is about to swallow me up.
Like the deepest parts of the ocean
Your innermost thoughts are hidden and untouched
Even from me.
Like the bottom of a secret lake.
All I want to do with you is everything.
Because you’re this perfect being that makes everything better.
And I love you.
And somehow, you love me too.

You said you were too broken to be wanted.
But you’re wrong,
that’s exactly the reason I love you.
I can see the light
shining from in-between your broken pieces.
It looks like the sun
streaming through the gaps in tree leaves.
You have moss
pouring from your cracked, cobblestone lips.
A world within your bursting bones
that holds rivers of feelings
and mountains of untold stories.
The tears that roll down your cheeks
rip open gashes like knives.
You’re like a butterfly,
with beautiful wings
that everyone can see but you.
I just want to spend the rest of my life
putting your splintered heart back together.
So you can see what I see.

You said you were too broken to be wanted.
But you’re wrong,
that’s exactly the reason I love you.
I can see the light
shining from in-between your broken pieces.
It looks like the sun
streaming through the gaps in tree leaves.
You have moss
pouring from your cracked, cobblestone lips.
A world within your bursting bones
that holds rivers of feelings
and mountains of untold stories.
The tears that roll down your cheeks
rip open gashes like knives.
You’re like a butterfly,
with beautiful wings
that everyone can see but you.
I just want to spend the rest of my life
putting your splintered heart back together.
So you can see what I see.