my life is a series of endless mountains
and my rope has abandoned me
leaving me to pull myself up the jagged edges
leaving me to rely on my own strength
leaving me to question my every step
leaving me to fear myself
leaving me

they were on the cusp
of moving forward
but with each step they took
they got two steps further

writing love poems becomes quite odd
when i realize i'm always writing
about you
&
to you
but you don't exist.
i write
and write
and write
to you
but there is no "you"
i write to a love i do not know

look for my love in long silences

look for my love in quick glances

look for my love in paper hearts

look for my love in whispered good-byes

look for my love in soft lies

look for my love in shared space

look for my love in lost words

look for my love

i promise it's there

may not be said

but

do i have to say it to make it true?

tell me that you love me
i
dare
you
stick around after
i
dare
you
wait to hear it back
i
dare
you
wait for silent kisses
i
dare
you
wait for me
i
dare
you

love me
i dare you

every bit of hate

is pooling in her eyes

every bit of regret

is rolling down her cheeks

every bit of fear

is found between her fists

every bit of doubt

is hidden in her manic smile

every dark feeling that riddles your mind

is amplified in the sound of her laugh

i'm terrible
aren't i?
i can say
"i love you
but
i won't"
all in the same moment
while you can tell me
you
love
me
in the moment
and every moment after
i'm terrible
aren't i?