thank you to
the boy in the
bus who gave
me his seat

to be honest
you looked like
someone I
should meet

but you got
off too early
i can only watch
as you crossed
the street

and what should
you leave behind
but your number on
a little sheet

you're in my lungs
you're under my skin

you're in places
you're not supposed to be in

you flow through my veins
you hang on the cobwebs in my heart

you're everywhere
and yet you're always so far

i.
i've nothing to of-
fer you but senseless rhymes and
these stupid haikus

ii.
i am but crazy
your footsteps like melodies
i can't put words to

iii.
i try to write a-
about you and your quirks but i
can't find the right words

iv.
you deserve more than
poems carved on old trees and
these stupid haikus

i.
the little flickers of light
just before it dies

ii.
words with the same spelling
but never rhymed

iii.
unfinished letters
written in red ink

iv.
vigorously shaken polaroids
that remain blurry

v.
cut-open wrists and words
flowing in veins

vi.
the intense heart
just before it rains