it’s all
t o
m u c h
the late night texts where
I can only imagine you
speaking these words
in
person

your
v o i c e
is extraordinary,
unexplainable

I DON’T
want to
feel
these emotions
it
hurts  
too
much

the
excitement
the joy
the p u r e
joy
it’s all too much
for me

-I must shut you out before it’s too late

i’m not
so sure i
want
to be h e r e
anymore

the clocks are only getting
s
l
o
w
e
r
making my
mind
run
faster

vanilla ice cream with
cherries on
top
can’t keep me here for
much
longer

sometimes,
i wonder if he could ever
help
me
the girl that slouches in her seat with
eyes glossed over, staring into the bright light
of a screen.

sometimes,
i wonder if he’s met girls like me, helped
girls like me.
if he’d ever want to help
a girl like me, again.

i want him to hold me,
my shaky fingers
intertwined
in his.
for him to whisper,
“i’m here for you, always.” &
to squeeze me tight & never let go, chin rested
on the top of my head.

-sometimes i wonder

i don’t think you
have the same
r e d  h o t
thoughts,
the ones
laced
with dopamine &
cinnamon sugar

I don’t think you
you
feel
the same
dread
&
e x c i t e m e n t
when you hear your
phone
vibrate
from across the
room

I don’t think
you’d describe your
h e a r t b e a t
like they do in a 90’s
rom com,
that it
beats
so f a s t
that you feel like
your chest is going to
     x      l      d
e      p      o      e

I don’t think
you
feel
this way

-I don’t think I know you, but I don’t think I know myself either

“As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.”

i wish for this to be forever,
never do i want her eyes to go
cloudy,
again.

“Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.”

i will be whoever you
want me to be,
as long as i can be
with,
you.

“It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were!”

if only you knew
how much
i
loved,
you.
if only.

-“My life were better ended by you,
Than lonely, in need of your love.”

the temperature is dropping all too fast
& a gust of wind sends a
shiver up my spine
the iridescent hair on
my arms perking up.

what once
was strawberry limeade
will soon be a steaming mug
of thick cocoa

i wish to lie down
on a once
hot patio
but now
is a quivering slab
of gravel.

my skin is turning pale,
and like Lysander said
the roses are fading
all too fast
& im not
quite sure
i can take
all of
this change

i cant breathe
this air
for it now
pierces my lungs
so im stuck inside
reminiscing about the
once warm breeze
of a
midsummer’s night