I could have made a time capsule out of you.
If I had kept the cork from the first bottle of wine we spent an hour trying to open with a fork,
Or bottled the drops of sweat that spilt from my hand into yours on our first date.
If I was insane -
I’d have stolen your copy of that French movie we didn’t even pretend to watch.
I would have mourned the loss of the sharpie you used to write my name on your arm.
The clinical definition of insanity is -
I would have recorded the one-eyed “good morning”s that slid out through your perfect snaggle-tooth.
Doing the same thing over -
I’d have frozen my face at the moment when you told me to just use your toothbrush because our mouths were already friends.
And over -
But then I’d have the weeks of silence you screamed at me.
Again -
Until finally all evidence of you faded from me.
Expecting a different outcome.  
And the most pathetic part is that if I had made that time capsule, I would be the worst time capsule owner in the world. I’d open it every day and pretend it was all happening over and over again.

I like your hands because your ******* is the prettiest
I like your eyes because there's a ring of forest green smoke around a pool of olive oil
I like the way your skin smells—
I can't even describe it—
it smells warm and it smells of you
I like your hair because it's layered like down feathers, it dances when you move
I like your feet because you can spread your toes out like a duck's webbed feet
I like your milky skin because you can see the tendrils of blue veins map across your neck and inner wrists
I like the shape of your face
I like your hair because I can't stop touching it
I like those birthmarks on either of your hands that can be connected together
I like how your cheek is soft and doughy
I like the shape of your eyes, the size of your palms
I love your voice, the distinguishable sound, the perfect tambour of your tone I could listen to you speak all night, all day
I like your strong hands and your lean muscular body
I like the way you toss back your head when you laugh sometimes
I like the lull of your heartbeat when my sleepy head is on your chest
You have five fingers on each hand just like me

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.