unrequited love
is something of an orbit

forever looking in
at the center of your world

dreaming of the sounds
the two of you would make

if ever you'd collide

you showed me a heaven
i can never touch
and that no amount of death
will earn me

knowing it exists
knowing you exist —
i now understand
what they mean by
living hell

she realized
that her heart always
pounded harder
on the climb up
the mountain
than on the stroll back down

and i guess that’s why
she learned to
romanticize the hard—

i guess she craved the sound
of her own heartbeat

all things point to the fact
that in some life
if not this one
i’ll finally get to touch you
the way i’ve spent this life
and probably the past fifty
wanting to

i hoped
that as i grew into myself,
i would outgrow you
like a winter coat

but i stand here in autumn,
falling for her
like the changing leaves,
knowing full well
that the cold is coming again

and you still fit
...

a king bed
was the only royalty
those princesses needed
to make each other
moan like queens

i’m fairly confident
that if i sat on the moon
and looked down
at the earth

first i’d notice you
then i’d realize there are oceans