It’s a quarter past eight in the morning
The birds are singing, they’re getting better at their harmonies
As the weeks pass
I count four different songs, mingling together, pouring in
Through the window we left open all night
It’s finally warm enough to let the breeze
Carry through my small over priced apartment
There are new leaves on the trees, my favorite color green
You leave new fingerprints everywhere
Like I’m your favorite book and you’re rereading me
For the third time
The curve of your smile compliments
The arc of your lips,
The curve of your hips, eclipsing the morning light peaking through
My ***** window
You say you could stay like this forever

you plucked at my heart strings
like those of a harp
and pulled music out of me
when I was so sure
I had been bent
permanently out of tune

it rains every time I'm in your city
you say that it's a bad omen but
I think it's just because
the universe is trying her hardest
to grow flowers out of stones

I’m going to need you
To speak for the both of us
Because darling
You leave me utterly
Speechless

they played with your heart
like it was their favorite game
and didn't bother to tell you the rules

I don't want to hear about
what my tongue does in the dark
no, tell me
how the words I write in my sleep
for no one but you to see
hit you like a hammer to the chest

we wrote more poetry
in the wrinkles of your sheets
in one night than
I have written in the pages
of my journal all year