Every day I run
out of words
to say

I love you
is empty (void
of cruxes)

you hollow
my heart
to mere
muffles (deadened poetry)

I wrap my
hands in the silence (a
peace) of you

I’ll never fully understand the time
you told me
you were proud of me
and even less
the reason why
you didn’t give me a reason why

I’ll never know whether
your words
begin on your lips
or if they slyly slip
out from someplace called
your heart

I’ve never seen your heart

And as bad as I was at
dissecting
in high school biology
I find myself
digging under your skin
to try and reach
your ribcage

I want to know
how you hold yourself
together

just before i let go
you asked
do you want to talk about it

i said
i left my lips
on your forehead

what’s to talk about?

1.

Time doesn’t heal

It just

Moves on

2.

I wear my heart on my sleeve

Because I love

The way you hold my arm

You had me at
“I didn’t know you had brown eyes,”
the day I wiped my security locks of hair
from my face
to get a better look at you.

Look in my eyes like mirrors.
The reflection of my sentiment
made you Narcissist.
And the osmosis of our gaze
blessed you beautiful.
You are welcome.

I gave all.
Eyes, and ears,
and mouth, and rainbows.
Until you left me Mr. Potato.

My barren anatomy makes for a
raw piggy bank of deja vu.
Your silver dollars clunk through my Hollow.
Never rust.
You wonder why I
never let go.
Bankruptcy has me petrified.

Putting park walks into penny stocks
waiting to cash in on
two kisses during Christmas time.

Hoping you invest as much in me.