The day is gone,
along with my mind.
The tears on your cheeks remain,
but the streetlight made your lips more inviting
then my heart could dare handle.
I gave in to your shoulder blades,
surrendered my veins to your spine.
The children still play in the trees,
but refuse to come down on Sundays.
I am sorry I broke your eyes,
just close them through February.
Even the stars fall off their pedestals.

Let me*
i. run my fingers over your
        life-hardened calluses
ii. trace the ridges and creases
        of each joint on the terrain
iii. climb the peaks of
        all your knuckles
        (and scream when i get to the top)
iv. read your palms like a map,
        a timeline,
        and everything in between
v. follow the bumpy paths
        of your veins to a
        bright and beautiful place.

I want to sit on your shoulders
And laugh at the earth
Just like all the stars

I am literally just skin and bones, and maybe just enough hope to get me home.

It’s like I bounce back and forth at every chance that I get,

between a brand new face of hope, mistake and regret. 

But I’ll bet you’ll meet me somewhere in the middle. And I’ll hope it’s just enough to win me over. 

And I’ll pray for peace in the night, knowing you’ll be here when this is all over.

I feel you in my bones when they’ve all drip dried,

and I see you glaring through my vision when the discouragement won’t seem to subside. 

And I know you are watching every night that I cry; singing me to sleep in the midst of the night.

In the midst of all the lions, you rescue me out. 

In the midst of all my worries, you scorn all the doubt. 

In the midst of my failures, you blot them all out. 

And the midst of all the thieves, you still called me out.

I love him like the
sea loves the shoreline
and is forever running back
to kiss it once more.

I love him like the
moon loves the night sky,
and leads the way for those
who've become lost.

I love him like
these things and more
and no other love can compare
to a love like ours.

I’m going through withdrawals. How awful it is to have to keep yourself from speaking to someone because you know if they wanted to speak to you, they would. I’m so deeply rooted in the sand that no waves that crash on land could overturn me. Your footprints are leading away from me, you are moving further and further down the shoreline, your outline growing smaller, smaller, smaller, blending in with the horizon where the sun is setting in lovely shades of red. I do not fear that you will not be loved, because even now I see how the birds adoringly sing your name. I fear the drops of saltwater that fall down my face each solemn night will one day be able to collect into ocean of their own. I fear the birds will be able to love you better than I have. I fear that this titanic amount of heaviness weighing on my heart will be ever-present. Your name is written in the clouds, and I cannot escape it, for no matter how far I run, I can never escape the sky. When I look up, there it is and so are you.