I am reaching out for you. I reach to the deep corners of my heart where the darkness begins by its shadows cover; where there was a small hole from the first woman I loved.
I'm reaching to pull the arrow that grown baby in the diaper shot me in the *** with,
I'm reaching for where he's missed and shot and left scars is big as that gaping hole in my heart that Never seemed to heal correctly.
I'm reaching. I'm reaching for the day I saw you in that wheelchair my first day of marching band and someone said we'd be a cute couple of shorties.
I'm reaching for the day I switched seats and you were directly across my black eyes and I could feel my pupils dilate at least 45 percent.
Oh god this is amazing.
I'm reaching into the corners of my mind where I keep my biggest secrets and I'm reaching for you.
Another lovesick love poem
when the sun’s gone down to make space for the moon
i entertain fantasies where you and i are together
in my dreams
we never feel like two ill-fitting puzzle pieces
still desperately trying to make a picture
i know i love you
but i can never tell if it’s the right kind of love
the one we sing and write and dance for
and i know you love me too
but i’m so scared i’ll use the wrong type of glue
and snap our brittle hands where they touch
in the end i won’t move
but neither will you
because even on our best days
(when i can hear your heartbeat)
(when you smile and it makes the world a brighter place)
(when you’re alight with rage and passion and hot to the touch)
i’m sure you know
that sometimes you just have to leave a puzzle alone
‘til you know what to do with the pieces
— The End —