I've forgotten how to write
a poem that isn't about the
way your hands feel on my
waist, or the shiver I get
just thinking about you
breathing and whispering into
my ear until your words
turned into my dreams, or
the way I think I hear "forever"
beneath all your sentences.
My god, you have torn out
everything I used to have
inside me and kissed it until
all the missing pieces started
to grow back, sewed the gashes
that spelled "UNWORTHY"
on my heart. You are the most
beautiful thing I have ever had
the opportunity to call mine.