i.
thoughts have always accumulated
like dust bunnies in the corners of libraries, but i can't remove them.
you stay stuck against a wall of words and i cannot justify trapping you in my imaginings thusly.

ii.
they say eyes are windows to the soul but ***** windows don't count, do they?
I am brown eye and muddled, a soul of sin and confusion.
you are oceans and forest hills, a fairy nymph tucked into a human body.

iii.
what i'm trying to say is that i don't deserve you.

iv.
but i've loved you for so long, i forgot how to stop.

v.
memories burn me but i still like my showers scalding. anything to erase the press of your fingertips and the fires they created.

vi.
it doesn't work, you linger. it doesn't work and i doubt it ever will.
i still try though.

vii.
i am not good at writing prose but if you asked me to, i would write a thousand plays, a million poetic phrases where our friendship wouldn't end and loving you wouldn't be a goodbye.