I want to take you
on road trips
and hold conversations
under the big blue skies.
I want to drive endlessly
down empty roads
in the middle of the night,
park in the middle of nowhere
so we can watch the stars shine.
You are the only one
that can call me at 3 AM
and I will be more than okay with it
for I would rather
hear your voice than
catch up on episodes that I’ve missed.
Because when it comes to you
the pieces just seem to fit.

I can see galaxies in your eyes
and hear waves crashing onshore
whenever you speak.
And I wish to tell you
that I think the one for you,
is me

you make me want to
leave traces of myself in the
grooves of your teeth the
spaces between your fingernails
and the skin beneath.

i would give anything to
carve my initials into the silver
lining of your lungs

so that every time you breathe you
think of me

her eyes are broken pottery left sitting out
at

the table the cat knocks over a cup
and the whole thing tumbles to the

floor has
splinters reaches out to catch her by the foot and
break her eyes

we are

just like

children

so very small and frail
yet desperate to prove

to the world that we are not,

in fact,

afraid of the dark
(whether it be under our beds
or inside our minds).

we all

think we

are so strong
until

the mountains are placed
on our

spines

crack and break.
(i'm sorry for being so
in love with the human condition

i'm sorry that i love all
the things you hate).

i forgot to remember
and tripped once
twice down the stairs

(my knees were ******
and scarred guess
this wasn't the first time)

and yet the sun shone
so brightly from above i
thought it would blind me

(my knees were ******
and scarred guess
this wasn't the first time).