Please understand that I want you.
You and your ten-second phone calls
in silence. Our exhales ultimately becoming echoes
inside our lungs. I wonder if mountains become jealous
of this closeness from a distance only the clouds can measure.
Some airplanes must have felt the vibrations
of our voice boxes like match sticks rubbed on any surface,
we feel each other’s fingers from places
we will never belong to. I am here and you are
becoming part of the ocean and I am always
a shoreline. All I know is this is me saying “I love you”
This is me waiting for you to just come home
to me. Even if it takes the ocean to understand
how badly I want you to be.
If I don’t have what I want, I am lonely and sad. And If I do have what I want…I’m sure I’m going to lose it. And the waiting is unbearable.
and maybe you gave him
than his heart could hold.
if he isn’t calling you then it’s okay to feel
this destroyed over a boy but remember
he did you a favor i know you think this is
the end but it is also the beginning it is also
cleaning up after yourself you can’t keep
crawling inside other people sooner or later
the heap of clothes at the foot of your bed
is going to stand up on its own and talk back
you can’t just wash your hair in the sink
forever when there are people with real
problems who still remember to recycle
and when did you become so soft? trying
so hard to look sexy in photos that you come
off as confused eating nothing but waffles
is not a diet even if there are blueberries
don’t ask just tell about the kinds of shocking
things you find under your nail beds your
mother warned you about pain that would be
there one day and then gone the next she
warned you about it all