I figure if i keep writing, the words in my head will feel less lost.
I will find them a home to reside in, a space on a vacant page.
My mind then stops to toss.

don't promise her the stars
don't surround her with that kind of dark
& please
don't speak what you can't feed
just love her & mean it
you should love her or leave

loosely
I allow myself to think of you
as not to become foolish
and truthfully
it's all I end up doing;
I play the fool in the schoolyard of your voice
I learned to listen without ever making noise
I fight and fetch *all of your sounds
& I can't stop your pour of longing
in & all over my mouth

& as those dead petals
settled on my windowsill
I stood still
unmoved I knew
the inevitable to be true
to lose
was the only thing left to do
with *you

there is nothing more i want
than to be with you
to lay in your bed
your arms wrapped around me
holding me tight

my hand in your hair
our noses touching
laying silently
just being

you are tired
your eyes are worn
you look adorable
and i want nothing more

Your eyes were so
big and beautiful
and brown

And I was ready
and willing
to drown