you are lightning and every step
you take towards me or every
word you say to me sends electric
waves throughout me

even when I meet
your stolen glances at me
the waves hit crashing and bashing
unable to be tamed long after you look or walk away

scientifically speaking, lightning is
supposed to hurt, its supposed to
leave a path of destruction and leave
an amount of wreckage that nobody
saw coming but you, you clean
up the wreckage that I make of
myself you don't hurt, you heal

you are lightning like they have
never seen before, you are a miracle
and I just hope that one day
I can do the same for you because
you and I both know that your spark
will burn out and will need to be
ignited again

I wrote a letter the other day.
dancing around the subject of dragonflies
I don’t speak in their language
honestly its too complicated
because I don’t speak in nuzzles
I don’t speak in love
I speak in the cold attitude of indifference
I mutter thoughts in blue ballpoint pen

To him I speak in keyboard clicks
with a snap of a twig we flip
and we are in the same room
matching cereal bowls
emptied of their contents in the sink
We speak in notches on a bed post
and a mattress on the floor
We speak in unwashed sheets
He crushes my disdain as if it were a walnut shell
and informs me that I speak in my sleep

Whatever the weather we stay at home
stare out the windows at the fairy lit wilderness
jotting down whatever concepts come to mind
he is cream rolling in peaks
smooth and whipped
poured over his duvet
as if he were cool whip on peach pie
He is my worst intentions personified

I wrote a letter the other day.
dancing around the subject of dragonflies
I dont speak in their language
but he speaks mine
even though its complicated
we don't speak in words
we speak in private displays of affection
we speak in caring closed door moments
and the texts he asks me to send when I walk home alone
To make sure I am safe
and In the end I may mutter thoughts in blue ballpoint pen
but He reads them loud and clear and responds in love

Get your **** together, you told me

Au contrare, my dear

Don't you know I am a work in progress?

That the greatest creations are pulled together

over pressure and time

and vibrant explosions of color and light

Heart over mind and honey,

you don't matter

I am made of stars and I shine too intensely bright

Get some sunglasses and go back to physics class...

some beauty made the moon

some beauty made the sea

that same beauty made you

but it didn't make me