If I cut open my veins, then the last drops of you would finally pour out.
I bet I can prove it
no need to make storms out of breezes,
tornadoes out of butterflies,
typhoons out of drizzles. No reason to not just
let it be sunny while it is.
Behind these metaphors
I want you literally
Because I am terrible at using my words,
I often intervene with body language.
But I will never be able to say through an embrace
"I love you,"
"don't leave me,"
“won't you please stay?”
if all you do is continuously silence me
each time you pull away.
Actions do have the tendency to speak louder than words.
i keep thinking about the way
your fingers don't leave bruises on
my hips the way they used do
when did you stop trying to hold
on so tight? when did you stop
A cup of coffee
Counteracting, a balance
And a thunderstorm
It's a beautiful day
The skies are grey
But the world is alight