this is me choking on a mere three words
this is me strangling myself with my own tongue
this is me swallowing my fear
or spitting my heart out into your hands
just to let you break it open
and find it empty
this is me
fighting a paralyzing silence
as i trace the crease in your left palm
under the candlelight
like the day you got hurt
but you came
you still came
this is me holding into your hand for dear life
like you might catch fire
turn to ash
and slip through my fingers
this is me yanking the moon off its hinges in the sky
and holding it out to you on your doorstep
like an offering
saying, look! i did this for you!
please remember me for it!
the things i would do for you
i would give everything up for you
this is me grabbing the sun with my bare hands
and shoving it so deep into the ocean
that it takes years to resurface
just so this night might be long enough
for me to breathe you in
until
until I’m good to go for the rest of this year
this is me climbing inside your bones for shelter
and sitting cross legged in the middle of your rib cage
this is me suffocating
because the only oxygen here is in your lungs
and there isn’t enough for the both of us
I know all about the ways a heart can beat in your mouth
when you get older, you might be the one
you have beautiful bones
and you never lie or pick up your phone
and sometimes in the pouring rain
you fall in the mud and get back up again
you came up through the water without a sound
with my back to the shoreline
will you have me or watch me fall?
if you find me, will you know me?
will you take me or will you fall?
