You can't hold her
When you grip tight
She will
Slip
Like sand
Falling through the tiny cracks
In between each finger
You can try
But every time
Your hand will end up
Empty
White knuckles
Snatching up
The air
Nothing else
For she
Alone
Holds herself together
Pieces of string
Globs of glue
Strips of duct tape
Hastily slapped on
Her two hands
Alone
Pull and
Cover and
Push away

There is no room
For
You

The thoughts pile up
Pushing hard against my lips
Trying to find a way to make sense

I love you, so silently
in my dreaming reverie:
a place you won't go.  
My heart, you can't know,
because the world
and our stories lie between.

i can feel your heart beat
the proof of your existence
lying against me
your breath
still lingers in the air
the December chill
makes me shiver
but its worth the cold
to remind of your warmth

pardon my inadequacy,
i'm always two steps behind
or a mile ahead,
and yet i find myself drifting
along the sea of people,
catching parts of lost souls
and blurring corners of conversation

If you are a wildfire,
then I am the hollow trees.
Surround and swallow me,
consume and crush me.

Burn me from the inside out.