Her hips were poetry 
When she walked,
Leaving the room hushed
And breathless;
Gazing in awe

Her lips were poetry 
When she sang;
Clearer than the birds
And prettier than the stars
And bolder than the moon
And softer than the night 

Her eyes were poetry
When her brows crinkled
In delight
And her lids fluttered
In fatigue
And her irises sparkled
In passion

And the way she spoke
And the way she did
And the way she was,
It was all poetry to me.

You know 
When you see someone
And their eyes are Hazel
Or their hair is strawberry blonde
And you don't know what name 
To give it or what color to say it is?
Well that's how I feel about you

Maybe I loved the stars too much
And I fell in love with damaging 
My vital organs. 
My lungs for my loss of breath,
Choking back months of tears. 
My mind for distorting thoughts of you,
Thinking you were the stars themselves. 
My stomach for the inflammation of butterflies,
And subsequently their disease. 
And you know how you broke my heart.

I fell in love with
round around the edges
soft smiles
whispered and tender affections
hugs wider than the ocean
fresh kisses
tasting something so new
and that is why
now you've become sharper
firmer and worn out
your smiles are always the same
your hugs are weak
because you believe you'll never lose me
and i'm no longer in love

Maybe it bores you
how I drone on about
my firm belief in
the oxford comma,
but I'll always care
about the propper maintenance of a tuba
because I know how you spend your days
in your grandpa's shop
repairing the broken instruments
but not your broken heart

You are the hell
That ***** me in
And spits me out.
You are the pain in my chest,
The piercing scream,
The fistful of doubt.
We are not the elements
That chemically combine.
You are not the one
Who sends shivers
Down my spine.
I'll never love you.
And I never did.

I remember 
I remember the way you'd speak, 
Eyes reaching for the sky
As if there were something up there
Worth stretching for. 

I remember the way you'd touch, 
Holding me so tightly,
All the shards of my tattered soul 
Seemed like they'd never break again. 

I remember how you whispered
in my ear - 
Always in it's fullness and never lazy- 
I love you.

I remember footsteps asking why,
My crippled hands gasping for air,
Counting losses with each Breath,
As if there was anything
Worth reaching for.

I remember your touch so gentle
The way only Mean can be -
And all my pieces floated in air, 
A silently screaming silhouette 
Feigning defined. 

I remember whispering in your ear
As honestly and with as much fullness
As I could bear
I love you.
I wish you hadn't asked me why. 
That's the only thing 
I don't remember.