‪leave your curiosity on the same chair your shirt sits on.‬
this isn’t story time, we are not flipping pages
let your lips tell me everything you think about when i’m quiet but please,
don’t say a word while you do it.

hanging over me, using hands as punctuation to a soliloquy of silence,
you always said how much you wanted to be a writer,
maybe one day we’ll get to a place where we fit on the same chapter, same page, same paragraph
but for now,
don’t ask me what i want when i have screamed with my eyes very clearly:


it’s you