my favorite poem–every time i reread it, i can picture myself at my desk, wrapped up in emotions, yet speechless from the truth bubbling to my lips…
you read my poetry without every truly reading it.
you saw me without ever needing
to turn a page. lines and lines
of my soul etched in ink, you
took one look down and saw more
of me then i ever thought.how do you do that?
know me so well when my mouth is closed?
you persisted with questions
that were stones to my heart,
yet i answered back. i told you more,
even when i was afraid. you kissed
me without touching me; your eyes
made the moves your lips were too
nervous to think. you make me think
of sunshines without clouds,
my chest hurt, even when its warm.
is full of stars. my days are tedious,
my nights are precious.
i rush to bed to dream of you.
i rush to bed because it doesn’t
seem so impossible to tell you
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