It’s Valentine’s Day. I want to tell you I love you (maybe). I want to tell you that a minute with you is a thousand years: made for savoring and inhaling but impossible to walk away from without pain. I want to apologize for every single time I walked away... that was dishonest of me.

Today I tell the truth. Today, I woke up to the anvil on my chest again.

Usually, the first thing I do in the morning is try to give it a better name. A name less clichéd. It’s been an asteroid, a vacuum, a gravity; I promise they aren’t all space related. Today, I just called it an anvil. I didn’t push it off, I never do. I laid there awake with my cracking ribs until I absorbed the whole of it. I told myself that I am invincible with all that inside me and if I survive this again tomorrow, maybe it’s true. You’d be proud of me. When I imagine my legs giving out under the pressure of the atmosphere, I always imagine you beside me, suddenly, holding me up. It doesn’t make sense but I never said it would.

After I absorbed the anvil I spent my whole day spitting iron at my reflection any time I caught it in a mirror,
or puddle,
or window.
By some surprise, it never shattered. Never has before I suppose. Every time I looked, I hoped this time I’d see someone brave enough to hold you. Someone good enough that you’d let them. But I spit the wishes out too.

There are maybe 1000 permutations of you smiling at me dancing through my mind at any time. I try to shake it away, promise myself that my mind is no different than a polaroid, and this time I’ll shake till it develops into something less painful.

There are maybe 1001 permutations of you smiling at me dancing through my mind at any time. I just thought of how you might react if I read this to you. It makes me want to erase the whole **** thing. Today I deleted no less than 4 **** things. Some of them were more sure that I loved you. Now I’m just sure that I think I love you and that potential energy is deadly

I found myself thinking about someone else recently. It’s the first time in a long time. I felt like a valve was opened in my soul and all the pressure could come out. And with my hand over my heart, I closed it right back up. Because that pressure, it turns out to be the only holding me together.

Tonight I hung my coat up on a star and dropped my keys into the dark side of the moon. I won’t need either anymore. Tonight, like every night, I smile at darkness and make a promise. “Keep the coat, I’m don't need to go out anymore. Keep the keys, that place was never home anyway.” The darkness hides behind buildings, tired of telling me again that it knows I’m lying. I know it too. It’s just worth imagining I have somewhere else to go.

I walk slow like you might catch up to me. I walk slow like I might stop. I walk slow every single night as the anvil starts to come back out of me. The metal whispers that I’ll only love you more tomorrow. I feel the poles of the earth asking me how I feel. Today I tell the truth. I know I’ll love you more the next day because I’ve had 24 more hours to think of you. I am baffled that I’ll love you more when this heart you own is already threatening to beat out of my rib cage. I am not mourning another day of the weight. I am mourning another day without its cure. There are maybe 1010 permutations of you smiling at me dancing through my mind at any time. It’s Valentine’s Day. I want to tell you I love you (maybe). I want to apologize for every single time I said goodbye with a smile... it was dishonest of me.

But goodbye.

She looked for love in the backseat of his car
She looked for it in dusty store rooms
In abandoned buildings, the rough palms of hands
She didn't find it in his whispered sweet nothings,
She didn't find it in his apartment building either

He looked for an easy conquer, a one night stand
He looked for an innocent smile, naive doe eyes
He looked for it in needy fingers, hitched breathes,
He found it in her hair balled up in his fist
He found it in her salty skin, her soft thighs

She was looking for love in all the wrong places

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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

You tell me you hate the circus
That the clowns remind you of your own reflection; with painted smiles to match your own
And shoes forcing you to recall the ones you have to fill
You tell me…
You tell me that you feel like you have an elephants memory but you wish you could forget
You tell me you live life like a trapeze artist but you manage to fall every time never learning from your mistakes 
the strong man only proves your weakness
And you envision yourself a big top saving them all from sunburn but feeling your own color fade… only for them to leave
You tell me and I reply…
I tell you that the sun may fade your color day after day you are the only one who gets to feel the warmth
I tell you Your laugh is freedom pressed down shaken together and running over
Your eyes shine like raindrops falling on a blacktop just beneath the street lights
And You may be a trapeze artist but something in the way you clench your fist proves that your walking on a rope thinner than most of ours
And your personality should exist somewhere over the rainbow
I tell you… 
With tears streaming down my face because I can't believe you don't know, I tell you that your smile comes with the anticipation of the top of a roller coaster
Finally, I tell you never to see yourself a circus if you dare to forget the laughter, the families walking hand in hand, and symphony of sounds just crazy enough to be music
I tell you that you seem to have forgotten walking out of the circus hands sticky from cotton candy sure that the experience is worth the mess. Your worth the mess. 
I tell you…
You know you can tell me right