I knew the lonely parts of your heart.
They were my campgrounds
when my walls began to burn and
the ash and smoke threatened
to suffocate me beneath my
crumbling ribcage.
When it was winter in my heart,
and my veins became
frozen red rivers,
you always had a fire going
in yours.
I would huddle inside the
crevices between
your atriums and swim in your
bloodstream until I, too, was red
underneath your skin.
I scream into this empty cave
hoping to hear your voice in return,
but all I get is my echo.
Why do I look for you
where I know
you will not be found?
i’m not even sure what these
three words
mean, but I know
when I look at you
there is a tsunami inside me and
the waves scream
I love you I love you I love you.
Saying I love you was never a question.
It was the answer
to the way your fingers fit perfectly
between mine.
It was the pause where I knew
it belonged
every time we said goodbye.
It was the way I laughed
instead of rolling my eyes
when you’d fart under the covers, and
the way doing the dishes together was just as fun
as the actual party.
I love you.
It would run out of my mouth
without me thinking,
just like love is.
Without thinking.
Without blinking.
Without sinking.
I’ve been force-fed I’m sorry‘s so many times I can no longer taste them.
You punctured my heart, yet
my wrists are what bleed.
You made your way under my skin
long before the ink did.
You and I
are somewhere between the tides.
We dangle
our bare feet off the edge of
the moon’s phases. But
you are the ocean
and I am the shore, drowning
beneath your waves. I am stuck
between a rock and your heart.
I’m torturing myself trying to rewind a tape that doesn’t exist.
Your fatal flaw
my dear, is that
you do not love me.
Silenticel 