You bled into my life relentlessly.
How is it that someone so small
can move my entire world
with a singular touch?
Pressing on the heart strings of my vulnerability,
bending the reality of how I hold myself together.
Trying to remember you is like trying to remember the feeling of snowflakes fall on my cheeks after living in the tropics for two years.
Underneath your gentle lips
all I feel is you
hitting my existance with the force of a thousand bricks.
Why do I continue to torture myself
over the thought of you never
walking through my door again?
-ice won’t soothe this burning
How do I peel you off
when you run through my blood?
-I need a transfusion
I’d rather build new rooms than
open windows to the house that’s
ablaze inside me.
I have always been taught when you
break things that aren’t yours
If you can’t fix them
If they’re irreplaceable
cook them dinner.
The thing about breaking people
is that this formula doesn’t work.
Why is it that the only
way we can speak is
through our poetry and
through our lips?
Do you know that I start waiting for you
the minute you say you are coming over
And every minute after
feels like an eternity