when you're with me
i feel
soft and warm and
ideal
and i still dont know
why or how

theres an unrest about my
head
about my
skin
a buzzing in my
lungs
in my
knees
a longing in my
fingers
in my
heart

there's a chill in my
skin
that sinks to my
bones
so i wrap myself in blankets
and set myself
on fire

reading your poems and feeling
jealous of your subjects;
mine have always been about you
did you see them?
did you know?

i dont really
but it's easier that way, ya know?
if i dont think about
high school or
college or
late night walks to your apartment
then i can at least pretend

i want you
to rip me to
s h r e d s
like a styrofoam cup

i wish i could
be a superhero
to you
when you need one

The lessons I learned from you
they're going to stay with me
and they're going to
bury themselves into me