i’m typically

good with words,

i can string them together

to create something similar
to when 
you look up and see sunlight

streaming through overhead trees

while standing in the middle 
of a dense forest

i’m typically good with words,

and i’ve strung plenty together about you,

but i’m getting to the point where 
the letters
are slowly disappearing

from the dictionary 
in my mind

you’ve taken my vocabulary

and jumbled it up

stealing x’s and o’s

and plenty of z’s

replaced with late nights

thinking of what it’d be like

to place my hand on your chest

and feel your heart beat

although
the world is dirt,
i have seen
the most beautiful flowers
spring up
from its soil

(please do not pluck them all)

every rose
has its thorn, but
that shouldn't be a reason
to neglect its petals