I wrote you out word by word
hoping for half as much.
I saw in you what I wanted
paid in full.
Signing up for credit to afford you
going door to door for
bottles and change.
Digging deep to deserve you.
There was a moment
I thought I saw the same old thing
wrapped in your pretty package.
Then I looked out of myself
and saw inside you
and my words became
crayon scribbles
on the closet wall.
Your words poured into me
out of me, tears
lasting not a stitch
on my cheek
caught by your tongue
as our breath became one.