There's so much pressure on
my chest and I can't figure out
how to make it into real words
that sound like "don't *******
text me after two years of silence
and just say 'hey whats up,' you
massive *******" except nicer.

Can't you just
have the same
thrumming in
your chest for
me that I have
for you?

Today my skin kind of smells like you and I'm trying to stay away from my shower.

And if you opened up my stomach you'd find it full of feathers that flutter every time I think of you breathing slowly into my ear until I was dreaming of you. I don't know how I'll be able to sleep again without you.

You came back (almost a year
on the dot) and you brought
your girlfriend and I realized
I could have never been for
you what she is. I could see
how similar we actually are
and how stable she is and I
absolutely couldn't see myself
going though life with you.
And that felt so good.

I learned I cannot play
the banjo and I haven't
heard of half the movies
on your shelves, but I
like the way your
voice sounds when
you tell a funny story
and how you
absently strum your
guitar and play with
my fingers at the same
time. I could have stayed
at your house for weeks.