he's got icicles
in the space where his heart should be
and she's got a field of tulips
growing out of her lungs
and a swarm of bumblebees
in her chest

and like a lighthouse
in the middle of a storm,
brittle nails and fraying ends of hair
are the only things that remind me
of the danger i am

i'm the queen
who reigns over the kingdom
of backseats of cars
and chipped coffee cups
and you're a king
who reigns over the night
and my crowded thoughts

every time
i set down my pen,
i tell myself:
that's the last time
i'll write about you
but i always say the same thing,
darling, don't i?

everything must be better,
in massachusetts.
brighter smiles, brighter eyes.

people are strong there,
they're stronger than me.

i wish,
with everything that i have,
to be beautiful
just like massachusetts.

i want to tell you:
whenever i’m afraid i think of you.

i want to tell you:
i draw little hearts on things
to remind myself to love.

i want to tell you:
i do it for you.

i want to tell you:
i’m scared to death.

i want to tell you:
you’re the only reason
there’s still air in my lungs

you’re the only reason
my heart doesn’t hurt,
as much as it could.

you are you
and i love every piece,
every little section,
every picture of you,
every word you say.

what if i told you:
i’ve never been in love like this before.

what if i’m in love with you?
what if?