there’s a peach pit in my stomach
soft pink waves make me want to bend over
kick and scream
i feel like ****,
does it show?
i hope it does.
i’d hate to think that i’m alone with all these emotions
like unwritten scenes in a playwright’s mind
like if the ink spills on the pages
this character will end up somewhere she’s not meant to be
i need to know i’m meant to be
i need a clear path shown to me
i need you to know how much you’ve meant to me
i want espresso and early mornings
walks under green trees at sunrise
walks on unstable rocks and trembling feet
walks with hands held, pulling each other to the surface
we’ve been underwater for too long
we found each other underwater
and it was beautiful
until we realized we can’t ******* breathe
we kissed too much and gasped for air
we had forgotten to gasp for air
we had stopped breathing
but oxygen is a sweet thing
and our eyes were reopened to its existence

they say love is blind
but that’s not true at all
love is the clear lens on the telescope at rock bottom that details every star and it’s meaning
every grain of sand on the ground above
love is a mirror and a bottle of windex
love is making me see who i am
versus who i should be
and who i don’t want to be

i am trembling at the fear that i am about to fall off the edge and lose the distance I have climbed
all i really want is to teleport into your arms
for they are a world i could build a house in