i.
I live too close to the ground to want to fall
on the front porch steps of reality,
there isn't much jumping
just as well
you pull me up on my tiptoes
and I feel like I'm teetering
forgetting the distinction
between your heartbeat and mine

ii.
please come down
your voice is soft
and mine is loud but
I can't hear you from the clouds

iii.
I should have known better than
to love the boy who towered over me
your life is dancing on rooftops
and climbing up staircases
and

iv.
I was the ground you barely even walked on