I am supposed to write you
Poetry
Examining the ache I feel and asking
Do you feel it, too? But in lovelier words,
Something befitting our growing passion

Instead I am seeking blue bubbles with a thrill in my core
Pen slack in hand, sheets threatened,
The delicate flower of inspiration choking on the weeds of modernity

And still I will you to end this waiting
Wishing to reach you as Jane did her Edward
To shake you from sleep with my thoughts
DM me, *******

When you said to me
“Fireflies in my bedroom”
You meant “Stay with me”
The wall cracked at two am
Though it has not crumbled yet

Insistent plucking
clutching, smothering darkness
Grasping at my soul
Begging me to come inside
And stay long after I die

Pinprick from a thorn
I press until my finger
produces rubies