Sometimes you don't have to speak
I can understand without a squeak
When we lay side by side
Your breath in time with mine
When we go out together
And see something queer
We only have to swap looks with each other
So don't say you're okay
When I know you're angry
Don't be afraid to make me cry
I'm more afraid of times
When our hearts don’t align

She knows
concrete – not the soft earth
of late April, finally thawing

She knows
the carefully groomed trees
decorating the sidewalk - not
a garden tousled with wind
savoring its first sip of sun

She knows not
fresh air or quiet - but
when the clouds
become heavy and burst

her bones ache
her bones know

How in love are we?
Can you tell?
This is me trying.

I have been every shade of someone else
But with you, I am myself
This was something I was supposed to be immune to
That I claim I’m better at
This is going to hurt
Loving you is like reaching the heavens
While planting myself deep into the ground
Bridging them with all our words of love and promises
Always the certain words, always the uncertain future
You are my release from this trap of skin
Whispering my insanity, breaking the naked eye
Each of my 206 bones are aching to fuse with yours
If I didn’t say I love you that night
That would’ve cost me a whole universe
Thoughts of “You ruined it” came rushing
But when you inhaled my words and let out a smile
I knew you wouldn’t let me destroy this alone
You never let me hurt the poems in my lungs
Always the air to breathe in
You let me breathe
You are one of my birthday wishes I never made but came true
I swear to god you can see a mosaic of you on my nails
A museum of half-drunk thoughts of you in my head
Your irises are deeply rooted in mine
Hands fit, shoulder blades never cutting each other
You're already in poems I haven't written yet
They will never lose a hint of you in them
We never needed that relationship anatomy
We are our own perfect piece of the time frame
I found happiness in your tired arms
I stopped hiding
You are safe in my mouth
I am always hungry
Never distant
But never close enough
The corpses of my questions found light in your answers

Our lost became our home.
Our broken our ceiling.
When we started building again, that ceiling crashed
Now we see stars, the swirling galaxy that made this worth the pain
When we said “I love you”
We meant “I am ready to be consistent with you”

How in love are we?
Can you tell?
This is me trying.

I will not try
to fill these pages
with what i know
and what i don't.

Instead
I will fill them
with how i feel
and what i think
and why i dream.

I will fill these pages
with every wondrous
feeling i've ever felt
and the ones that have yet been introduced

These pages will be so
full
that the journal
will be noticeably heavier.
Than when I began

It will call to those who are apt.

And it will show them the
wondersand joys
of my life.
But also the
sorrow and rage.

She must be careful
because as words fulfill and inspire.
they can also destroy and diminish.
The soul.

I believe in the power of words.
And how they can make you feel
Hopefully, one day

She will too.

We watch the tsunami of lust,
fill up up the lungs of the young.
Careless marked as hipster queen,
too blind to see the dirt
underneath their high heeled feet.

Sing to me like one of your girls
I'll find your beat even if they can't be heard
Into your rhythm, I can be wringed
I'll take it all up to the ones I can
I'll dance and dance until I lose my feet
I'll just look at you until I lose my sight
I'll let the fire burning until it loses its heat
I'll keep you in my heart until it loses its beat

Your words melted from the heat of your mouth
and dripped from your tongue.
The syllables sounded like gunshots firing from your lips
dropping against the ground with a metallic thud.
How many times have you performed this execution?
Deep down I knew you were a fox and I was a rabbit
but I never thought you would stop my heart in such a way.
My heart stuttered when you said my name
but now the mention of yours freezes me
like the cold that creeps into a lifeless body.
You always said you had no soul
but with every death you leave in your wake,
you collect yet another.
I remember begging you to stop speaking
to stop reloading your bullets.
But what's the point when you already planned
to leave me behind, struggling to breathe?