I’m not sure I could tell you where my birthmark is
But I could trace ridges on your palms
I could list your tattoos
I could tell you which cheek has dimples
and the way your laugh sounds
They say no one knows you better than yourself,
but I have no idea who I am without you

My shampoo bottle sits upside down
My conditioner too
My favorite muffins are cooling on the counter
I posted the recipe online
I asked my mom to make my favorite dinner last night
told her it was,
“Just because”

I’m sorry

When my mother and I argue,
I can see the split second,
where her eyes flicker,
and she hesitates
Looking at me with a familiar face
My father and I have the same eyes

When I wake up I’m disappointed,
In the fact that I’m still breathing

There are some days I like to wake up and pretend it’s my second chance at life
Like I died but God decided he’d give me one more shot
There are some days I wake up and realize how grateful I am to live the way I do

Sometimes,
when it’s quiet outside,
you can hear your own heartbeat
A reminder that you’re living,
and vulnerable

I see the way he looks at her
His eyes soften,
as if he’s outlining her face in his mind
Trying to memorize every detail so he doesn’t miss a thing when he blinks
His jaw relaxes
Hoping,
praying,
that maybe their lips will touch
His fingers brush her back
Letting the calluses press into every crease in her skin
He tucks her hair behind her ear
Exposing her cheeks when she blushes
I see the way he looks at her
He’s never thought anyone could be that beautiful
She’s all he’s wanted,
and he spends their time together,
Yearning for one more second longer

There’s a place for people like you
But it’s not here on earth
I hope one day when you make the fall,
you feel the pressure build in your ears,
as you plummet

There’s a place for people like you
But it’s not here on earth
I hope one day when you make the assent,
you feel the pressure build in your ears,
the whole way up