if I drop your name like a whisper on a cold morning, full of dew on the grass and at long last
gone
will you come and pick it up?
I promise I won't tear it in two, if you only knew how much effort it takes for me to keep these promises.

my love for you looks like my parents marbled counter.
beer soaked and falling off of one of its hinges
but it still manages to stay up
strong.

there's more than meets the eye
and no matter how hard I try,
I want to love you in the ugliest way possible.

ugly like going to bed and forgetting to brush your teeth because we're too busy with other matters.
Mind is strong but my heart is feeble baby,
I am craving your steeple and the taste of unrequited love
and to hear the birds sing
like only they know how to.

Feel the light on my skin and know my love is akin to those dreams you have
when you're falling and before you hit the ground
you wake up.