we pour our hearts out onto paper,
into the streets, i n t o  someone's
mouth,    into    anything    that
could even begin to   hold  all
that   l o n g i n g,   all  those
staples  and  plaster   a n d
glue.  we  forget  that  we
thought our love could
run like rivers, forget
that  we  had   o u r
hearts set on some
b l u r r y,  sunny
dream     of     a
future.       w e
forgetbecause
we  have  to,
becausewe
need  to,
because
otherwi­se
this will eat
us alive- this
will pull at our
seams  from   the
inside-out until all
of  our  pieces   start
p o p p i n g  off when
we're just  trying  to buy
groceries or play  with  our
nieces and nephews. we forget
because we have no other choice.

pushing for love is scary. people like to say that it's worth it. but love is a bitter boomerang; you push too hard and it comes back swinging, comes back pushing you, comes back beating you to the ground until you can't breathe. true love leaves you gasping for air, but not in the poetic sense. love leaves you tied to the bottom of the ocean with rocks in your pockets. trapped in a plane with your head out the window. inside of a plastic bag. love is suffocation. pushing for suffocation is scary.

i feel like the
world is both
too big and
too small

i am being
swallowed whole,
but i have no
place to run,
nowhere to go

You sent me a text

I'm in love with you.

simple words I had
already heard from
your mouth but were
nice to see in type.

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.