Say the right thing...
Govern thy tongue...
Elapse thy time...
Put it in your pocket...
Let it go...
Let her back in...
Love thee as if an hour exists
In time...
Anguished..
Time
Darling...

This is just a theory or thought or
One man’s Stupid Opinion but
Maybe when we mixed our blood
We created an entity
A force
And when we said our goodbyes
It went to sleep
Dormant
Hibernating
And now it’s awake
Out of its cage
Wild
Free
Needing to be fed
Our
Words...
Course it’s just a theory or thought or
One Man’s Stupid Opinion

It’s said that 3 earths can fit
Into the Red Storm of Mars
3...
One for every year
One for sadness
One for missing you
One for acceptance
3 earths
And in that universe you
Feathered for yourself
Filled with such an aplomb of
Infinite stars
Must’ve been one
Out of billions
Wondering
If I were staring at the same one as you
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i still remember your birthday
and your favorite color
how we got together on a thursday
and when i left you in the summer

Look in the mirror
and tell me
what you seem to see.
You see,
that girl in the mirror
staring back at me
customarily seems
to have the match
in her hand,
threatening to cease
what we perceive
as "me".
I could never tell you
about the match,
silently waiting
in her hand.

I’ve seen you sitting quietly in the corner
of coffee shops and bookstores
watching the world turning all around you
I’ve heard the nervous shyness
in the soft sound of the words
you rarely speak and the words
that never quite make it past your throat

I know how scared of love you are
I can feel that fear in my own heart
we both carry that heavy weight
of having a plethora of love to give
and no one to give it to
or more specifically
being to afraid of giving it
whenever we find ourselves
desperately in love

why do we let fear sit so closely
to our hearts
if we never take the risk
of our hearts breaking
how will we ever know the joy
of our hearts being seen
I see your heart
I have seen your heart for so long now
that I can’t remember a time
of not knowing what it looks like
what it sounds like

I’ve been there ever time
it has pounded against your chest
trying to break through your ribcage
so it could give itself away
to the people you wanted to tell
that you use the letters of their name
to spell the word love

when you weren’t looking
I snuck through your sketch pads
I’ve read their names and all the poems
you were to shy to share
I’ve been that person for my whole life
unable to share through an unbearable shyness

I know how long you have been alone
I know how comfortable solitude has become
I know the comfort of silence
in a world that is big
on the ceaseless chatter
of small talk

I know you have a lot to say
I know you keep those words
locked safely in your heart
I know they are weighing your heart down  

If its not too awkward
you could let me share your corner
and we could read some books
and forget about the coffee we ordered
until it is too cold to drink
but drink it anyway
and sit still enough to feel the earth
turning all around us
and we could trade our hearts
for a moment

or a lifetime

and talk without saying a word
and learn each other’s language
and then I could show you
that I spell the word love
with the letters of your name

Might’ve just touched the streams of
your ******...
Before it reached your ocean...
Should’ve known more...
About your moons than just a few
Nights that burned to dawns...
Those browns
That skin
All just once or twice
Inviting
But never fully in...
Stupid man that I am
And yet I know a spell when I see one...