i am still learning the language of the universe,
yet i am fluent in your presence.
slivers of silver run across my spine to yours –
and oddly, we connect.

our pinky fingers intertwine as whispers float above our heads,
telling of lost love and one that is to come.
and as we suspend in the middle of nowhere,
the words come to me in waves,
you catch them with your hands
and let them rest under your curled fingers.

to others we speak gibberish; not to us.
the language of the universe:
celestial and unnerving
a language we speak as one.

paintbrush strokes brush the canvas
each bristle individually placed upon a blank slate
nothing but color as an image of her thoughts
put up as a masterpiece for everyone to admire

behind the beauty of the artwork
hides the blank canvas
no bristles, nothing but a clean slate
for the painter to paint away their thoughts

falling for someone

is it meant to kick you down
cut you up and bruise you
coating you
in a
shiny coat of red

pain mixes with emotions of love
hides behind words
feelings
actions
contorting itself into pleasure

blame others
it isn't your fault

but

only your blood
comes out of

your body

when you,

fell.

your laugh is truly contagious.
people can say thats a cliché,
yet its not at all that way.

when you smile at me
I cannot help but smile at you
last night thats all we'd do.

each joke, each glare, each smile, each stare.

Its in my mind I choose to ignore .

In my heart last night is what I'm longing for.

*******.

my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak