he sang beautifully until he began
to scream; i slept peacefully
until the nightmares set in
he had the vastness of a constellation
& i had the willpower of a telescope
i thought if i connected his veins
with the tip of my finger,
we'd learn to find each other
so i followed his voice every time
it trailed off but i always got lost
somewhere between what was
said and the reasons why
i studied the patterns in his
palms; he fell asleep in my arms
the desire to understand the
apathy in his eyes
was not the same as
the desire to love his insides