I have been tiptoeing around love
for as long as I can remember.
It takes shape of those monsters under your bed
or in your closet that you can’t get rid of.
Fortunately for me, I think I found
my flashlight and the monsters that I once
thought occupied my various bedroom spaces
are actually figments of my imagination
strewn about my room.

Your smile favors the right side of your mouth
while i favor the left,
so i can trail kisses along your
jawline and back down your neck.

The idea that your heart is a galaxy
that can love infinitely is one you may
only find trailed along the pages
of a philosophical novel meant for the
scholars of an alternate universe.

You look at me
like you’ve seen God.

Your eyes are the greatest
depths of the ocean while
I’m afraid to wade up
to my waist on the shores.

It’s as if every care you
have in the world has been
replaced by your sudden
desire to touch my lips.

I know your heart is a storm,
but it thunders to know the sun again.

You took one final glance in my direction
as you watched me leave for the last time.
There was no movie ending where you run back
after me, yelling that you made a mistake.
I didn’t end up in your arms, kissing your neck
and saying that I forgive you for the moment
you had a lapse in judgment amongst the tears
I was attempting to choke back.
You just looked at me with no disdain.
I got one final touch from you where we hugged
and then as I departed, I was the one that looked back.
I wanted to see if you were watching me leave.
But all you did was turn around towards your apartment.
You didn’t look at me, you didn’t walk me to the train platform,
you just turned around selfishly as I cried to myself.
I wish that you hadn’t have acted that way.

If I could sew
every hole in my heart
back together
that was created
by your touch
and your words
then I would need
an infinite amount of thread
and a steady hand
to successfully free
the last few demons
that made home
in the crevices
of my damaged soul.