I don’t know if you have ever imagined
Your own teeth
Rotting and brown like that man on the bus

I know I have

Every now and then my molars fall out
Leaving the void

I imagine
That when my teeth are gone I will finally
be able to whistle

That I will
get dentures
             (or maybe not)

That people don’t expect too much
of the
toothless
That people won’t expect too much
of me

I suppose I never asked you
what exactly it was you that imagined on the grey-sky-days
When my face became less interesting
than the rain outside

I guess it was a sign that we disagreed

You know
I imagine
That The Toothless have a lot less difficulty
falling in love

Except
of course
for dentists

Swallowed by mistake
Sprouting lovely roots inside
Make me beautiful

"When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.”

the more I write
the less sense I make
I should have known
alas
it is too late

He doesn't like the taste of black coffee
but he swears he could drown in her eyes.
He hates mornings
because there aren't any stars to look up at
but her smile shines just as brightly.
The sound of birds chirping
makes him want to scream,
but her voice sounds like wind chimes
and he wouldn't mind waking up early
if it means he'll get to listen to it.