hold up the things i never said
like silly string
limply attached to my tongue
shine the light on the darkness in my eyes
with a dollarstore flashlight
whisper all the lies
into my pillows that
tell me
im good enough
or just breathe
it out like
smoke on my skin
your hands
nestle into
my ribcage
like there looking to build a home
feathers fall like flaky mascara
that tickles my cheeks
and
i don't know if i ever told you this
but your hair
looks like sun in the morning
daffodils-daisies
and pretty ****
like that
and your skin feels like
what i think
rain feels like
hitting against a moss kissed metal roof
lighting bolts in the distance
playing hide and seek with the thunder
again
and
if inanimate objects could shiver
they would and it
would be
at our expense
how can you be
so
cold
but taste like summer.