"hello"
you said
the first words
you ever spoke to me
and i looked at you
really looked at you
with your tousled hair
and your shimmering eyes
and i fell into your gaze
and from that moment on
a thousand breezes blew
and i replied with
a smile on  my face
"hi"

I touch my scar
My favorite one.
Still perfect after
37 years.
It was so deep
I should have had stitches.
Thankfully,
Your satin sheets
Were black.

There are some things I never had the chance to tell you before I left. I love who you are. You’ve become a beautiful person, but sometimes you have to look at who you really are. You know; the past. You must cherish who you’ve become to ensure she doesn’t come back; the girl who made you depressed and miserable. I know she’s gone but I can tell she’s coming back; slowly but surely. Just know that she can come back just as fast as she left.

he speaks like a poem,
asking me if the train is going forward
or if the tracks are going backward

and
i'd never tell him, but
i'd walk on backwards train tracks forever and a day

if he was holding my hand

When I was a little girl
I'd heard my mother say
Some December, you'll love a lot
But it's not love if it doesn't stay

When I was a little girl,
I thought you'd know just fine
If a boy dreamt up the word
you'd vaguely hoped to rhyme

When I have a little girl, and
am still reading up on love,
I'll kiss her once, for what I say,
And once for what she'll ask

I'll tell her, She is beautiful,
A beautiful word to start
That beautiful story of the boy
Who's about to break her heart

I'll let her know that love is all,
all the good in her, and even
all the dust she'd drink
at a sale-house bar

When I have a little girl
I'd hope she'll hear me say, that
It was love, love every time,
They smiled each other's way.

i’ll try to do better-
i say to my mirror,
reflection still and steady,
eyes weepy and sad.
disappointed
and i am unsure
the world in my mind
is sleeping; and
clouds clouding me up,
when i should be
a clear sky.

i’ll try to
dampen the clouds
from my mind,
let them simmer
like summer fog
clear up at noon
let them soak into
skin (and now, they
have turned to wind).

i promise, to those eyes
i will try to be better,
mouth shaped like
an ‘O,’ as i whisper.
but the clouds keep
sneaking back in.

Oh, temporary love!
You have all of my infatuation
As I have zero communication
          with the rest of the world
                   when I'm with you