Why must I constrict my poem to only ten words?

Last night I let an ice cube melt in my palm
so I could put into perspective how quickly things dissolve
I never want us to dissolve
I always want my hips to be your favourite place to rest your lips
and I need my back to be your road map
I, the tour guide to all the places you want to go
I need to be that person you send postcards to when you're gone
saying you can't wait to get home, to this
I want to be that person that you miss
I want to be the butterflies in your chest, fireflies igniting your sky
I dream to your perfect mess
always, not just today
I want to wear your favourite dress
I want to bless you with my breath
I want to watch you catch your breath when you see me
I want you to call me "honey"
I want you to say "honey" like it's suckle on your breath
I want to be the sweetest thing you've ever tasted on your neck
I want you to tell me "lover, I never want to rest
without your head against my chest"
I want to promise "yes, I can do that"

I think we're both semi automatic guns
loaded for love
locked in a time frame
like a love grenade
I want to throw away our keys

I swear we were mixed tapes in our past lives
Mixed tapes handcrafted by secret admirers
I swear someone delicately knit you together in the womb
Someone must have because the lines in your forehead
are like intricate details someone had to have thought up
and your neck is a subtle waterfall bending to kiss the earth
like a gift
Your lips are a gift
a sonnet someone was dying to kiss on the cheek
I was dying to press my lips to your cheeky soul
your fragile bones
Every inch of me begs to keep you
tucked into my back pocket
like a wallet photo you show you to all your dearest friends
your complete strangers
Let me keep you like you keep your favourite love song,
like you keep Bon Iver on constant repeat
I want to be something so dear to you

My heart,
it screams for You.
Darling, it hurts way too much;
To live in this body,
when it begs for Your touch.

Love like a shower, never quite long enough.
You keep turning up the heat, because it’s getting too comfortable.
I could have soaked in your love, just a bit longer.
But you shut me down; never realize how I was so breakable.

Collapsible, like a fold up tent.
You used my walls to hide in,
but only until my warmth was spent.
I could have used some heat myself.
But I admit, I thought I was on top of the world.
Had me loving that view, from the pedestal on your shelf.

You, my dear, are dead, I said.

I am not so, she told me.

You are, checked out, moved on, deceased!

Then why so tightly hold me?

[Inhale...]

I feel the way your body flakes
Like chipping bits of bone
I see the way your fingers quake
Whenever you're alone
I tell you that I love you, and
you always say it back
But you never lend a hand
Whenever I'm about to crack
You say that talk is wasted
Because words are so ****** cheap,
But jealousy is tasted
When I'm talking in my sleep
For fear of letting go, and so
admitting that you're dead.**

But she was done responding
to the voices in her head.

I’ll stay,
Wrapped up in your passion.
Cuddled in,
with your dreaming mind.
In love,
with your single heart.
You’re the one that keeps this smile real,
even when we’re far apart.

There is nothing I long for more,
Then to make you the happiest man on this earth.
And if it’s my eyes that bring you light,
Please take them for your own.

Because I’ll stay,
If you’re ready like I am.
Never looking back.
Because baby,
Forever would be too short.