But where will you go
once you've run
out of music
to hide in
or bricks
for all
your
walls?

I would give you a thousand
chances to swallow my heart if it means
I get to hear those little stories
again and wake up with your mouth
on my shoulder.
Today I told you I've been
having trouble sleeping
without you
and you said, "We're going
to get married someday, though, so
don't even worry."
My lungs feel so full tonight.