I wade into tidal waves,
my hands full of dandelions
humbled by the sun
choked up over comets
I’ve given up on sunsets
you are a supernova clad only in my bed sheets
I make a wish every time your chest falls
****** lungs full of anxiety
My mouth tastes like an ashtray
filled with the buts of things i forgot to say
washed down by things i wish i hadn't
Still tripping over shoe laces,
I search for poetry in *** holes.
Forgiveness in pillowcases
my eyes have trouble resting these days
So, why aren't we dancing?
Following the rhythm of our mismatched heartbeats
I clumsily waltz through misleading conversations