Your name is the loveliest word
I've ever said. In my life
I've never known someone like you.
Your aura is a quilt
that I could spend all day in
if you'd let me.
I think the chances of me meeting
another you are absurd
and I find the whole idea
to be terrifying.
I could make so much room
for you in my heart.

There's an itch in my heart
only you can scratch.
I've been waiting for your fingers
to dig in and
give me what I need,
but they're no where
to be found. Today
my toes twitched and thought
of running up your leg,
but all they found was empty
air. Is nothing
on my body safe?

I'm still sure
your air is waiting
for me. You are thousands of miles
and things I can't hold.
But
I would
waste every Friday night on you.

I feel like
I've been deflated.
And it's melodramatic
but I'm a little heartbroken, too.
Because in my head
I built us a future
and I knew all these details
I shouldn't have.
It seemed right,
completely perfect,
and I was ready for some fairytale
ending.

I've realized
that I'm forever
going to be
"that girl I met that one time
on tour
who was nice
but not enough
for me"
to you.
I can feel the definition
aching with every day
we don't keep in contact.
I think I knew it
even then
but it's not fun
to know you can't fill a void.
I want to be everything
for you.
And I can't.
But you will always be enough
for me.

If I could change your name
I would
turn it into a sentence.
It would be
"I Think I'm Falling In Love With You"
just like what you said,
half asleep,
from the backseat of my car,
when we had only known each other
for forty-eight hours.
I would call you that,
I Think I'm Falling In Love With You,
any time I needed
your attention.
"I Think I'm Falling In Love With You,
come read this."
"I Think I'm Falling In Love With You,
while you're in there,
could you get me a glass of water?"
"I Think I'm Falling In Love With You,
I think I'm falling in love with you."

I think my name would be safe in your mouth.
I wouldn't be concerned about you
misusing it
or putting other names with it.
I trust you
would keep it secure
between your teeth.
There would be no worry
of you spilling it out with vicious words.
I'd be sure that you would treat it with care
and only use it
when the setting is perfect.
And you would sing around my name.
Songs I probably won't know but
that's okay
because my name would be
somewhere good.
I imagine you
would only surround it
with words like
"careful" and "forever"
and "here, take my hand."