I wish I could be brave enough
to find the magical words to construct
you and me into an us;
yet I fear this was my
I’m gasping for air,
tossed by your ocean’s waves.
I’ve reached into the depth of my
but the empty places you once
hid inside, grabs me like sadness
binding me still. And I can’t help
but blame you and hate you
and miss you; despite your silence. Maybe I did dream you and I woke
up without realizing—
The hardest thing between silence and space
is the uncertainty of what’s next, the wait to
be comforted that it was simply misunderstanding
and miscommunication and a rocky moment that
just determines this is still new. Let’s find excitement
and learn how to fall in love and map out the road
on our skin to travel and explore. I miss your warmth
and the way you looked at me with oceans in your eyes.
I’m never as beautiful as you make me out to be, until you manage past skin and bones to the quiet space, where it echoes inside my ribs— your fingertips will get caught in thorny veins wrapped around my lungs and barbwire protecting my heart’s chambers. And still, you won’t get very far.
There’s a lot of almosts in my life and yet the first piece of advice I’m going to hand to you: love cannot exist without the risks but why am I so cautious to take my own words to heart. I want to fast-forward to the part where there is a you&me but we’ll lose the adventure that…