She hates the city
Say street lamps
Are too cold
For marshmallows,
Too far apart
For hammocks
And a little too yellow
For stars.
She loves daisies
Especially when they're alive
And drinks sunshine
Like it's a fireball
Bottle at a bachelor party
She
Has got a body.
Like a Lego fire walk
That I can't help but
Move across
Slowly,
On the parts of her
Past that build us
Omnicolored castles
Of Kings and Queens
And treasure chests
Too small to hold anything
Outside our own imagination
And I,
Her ready loyal Knight
With nothing but
A dull promise
On the edge of my tongue
Laying my rusty faith
At her feet keep
Moving
Like my eyes
Across a line
Across a line
Across a line
That I never
Want to stop
Reading
Her edges
With my fingertips
Like the map
To my home
And her lips
The closest thing
I've got to
A key
But she
Is not the type
That needs a night
To see the stars
And I
Am not the type
To write poems
From fireflies
That I never learned
To let go
'Cause I know my life
Has seen enough jars
Of my amputated parts
To know you don't have
To be broken to be used
To picking up the pieces.
But baby break me.
Like a firefighter
With a family of four
Who knows the risks.
With your arms
'Round my fists
The only chance I've got
Of making it out alive.
So baby hold me
Like a papier mâché
Tugboat from articles
Of my past that I no longer
Want to pull.
And my plaster heart
Heavy,
Ready to be made
Into something new
With my hands full of skipping stones
I no longer have the stomach read
'Cause I don't wanna leave her life
Without being buried somewhere beneath.
But I don't wanna dig too deep
Before I figure out just how to breathe.
So every time she leaves,
I wear my teeth
On her scent
Ribs bent
In the direction
Of her return.
For the first time
In a long while
I've got a fire in me.
And this time,
I'm gonna let it burn.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
She hates the city
Say street lamps
Are too cold
For marshmallows,
Too far apart
For hammocks
And a little too yellow
For stars.
She loves daisies
Especially when they're alive
And drinks sunshine
Like it's a fireball
Bottle at a bachelor party
She
Has got a body.
Like a Lego fire walk
That I can't help but
Move across
Slowly,
On the parts of her
Past that build us
Omnicolored castles
Of Kings and Queens
And treasure chests
Too small to hold anything
Outside our own imagination
And I,
Her ready loyal Knight
With nothing but
A dull promise
On the edge of my tongue
Laying my rusty faith
At her feet keep
Moving
Like my eyes
Across a line
Across a line
Across a line
That I never
Want to stop
Reading
Her edges
With my fingertips
Like the map
To my home
And her lips
The closest thing
I've got to
A key
But she
Is not the type
That needs a night
To see the stars
And I
Am not the type
To write poems
From fireflies
That I never learned
To let go
'Cause I know my life
Has seen enough jars
Of my amputated parts
To know you don't have
To be broken to be used
To picking up the pieces.
But baby break me.
Like a firefighter
With a family of four
Who knows the risks.
With your arms
'Round my fists
The only chance I've got
Of making it out alive.
So baby hold me
Like a papier mâché
Tugboat from articles
Of my past that I no longer
Want to pull.
And my plaster heart
Heavy,
Ready to be made
Into something new
With my hands full of skipping stones
I no longer have the stomach read
'Cause I don't wanna leave her life
Without being buried somewhere beneath.
But I don't wanna dig too deep
Before I figure out just how to breathe.
So every time she leaves,
I wear my teeth
On her scent
Ribs bent
In the direction
Of her return.
For the first time
In a long while
I've got a fire in me.
And this time,
I'm gonna let it burn.
