you told me you could never be a poet
but
my eyes are like cats eye marbles
and
im a reminder of flower fields
at night
fireflies dancing between
strands of grass
and
dandelions
you used to write me poetry
with verses of
"i love you"
and
"see you tomorrow"
but
you told me you could never be a poet

here i am again
wet face
aching heart
why is my love a flood?
why is your love a tsunami?
i've taken cover but
i should've stayed inside
and sooner

built my wall
of broken sticks
built my wall
of flawless glass

(my hands are shaky—
the sticks will splinter,
the glass will crack)

i know
i'll end up here again

sometimes
the shadows in the corner of my room
kinda look like you
i feel stupid doing a double take
a person cannot become a shadow
but bees pollinate flowers and
mother birds feed their young
and
you used to hold my hand

a person cannot become a shadow
i do a double take anyway

my heart is a landing pad
breathe in
catch
breathe out
let go
breathe in
catch
breathe out
let go
breathe in
breathe in
breathe in
i cant catch
breathe oubreatheinbreatheinbreathein

plant, overwatered
overflow drips from its lip
veins burst
*** breaks
shards slice
green remains
bleed thick sap
better to have overwatered
than dried to death

you wake each day with eyes like rain,
that torch the dry cinders in mine
like a chilled flame or
tender moonlit streams
in the quiet middle of the night

burn me through
flesh, then bone
as i stare at your promise, veiled in blue
pull the curtain shut
blink just once.
i will become ash at the mercy of you