When we say what love is,

it's always so unique, isn't it?

We write it down and remember it.

You.

Love is not a clenched fist.

Love is open palms,

it's sobbing when you get home

from the big send-off

and wishing you had the courage to say

what you wouldn't even dare write down.

That you hold them close in your mind.

That they're perfect,

and it's proof that God is real.

That you know you're childish,

the way you squeeze them tight

and how your heart breaks

when you say goodbye tonight.

The silence we shared,

did it mean we had moved on and grown apart?

You broke my heart at the waterfront,

holding his hand

as we didn't say what you probably knew

for a while. 

I want to hold on tight

to picking blackberries

and dancing free. 

Well, I know I'll never let go,

so share your silence with someone else.

we’ll be there

together

or

on the way

to each other

to meet in the middle

or at the end

of the beginning

to reach up

and

stroke the

long silk necks

of the

beautiful

horses.

In very few words

Hold my hand

Under this roof

And in the dark

And find me

I'll be failing all attempts

At being who I am

But trust me, I'm still magic like them.

I became a train with no sleep,

awake for two days and

I was breakable.

So this is that feeling you wanted?

A six hour drive?

Don't tell me I'm wrong,

with crying in the bar bathroom

and rules and arrogance.

I'm going after it anyway.

Time wasted with blurry vision

The droning of lecture

Lets me think of you and your body.

Your hair like an ocean

I would explore with my hands

Your neck like paradise,

I would tell you how I want you through kisses.

I feel the pull of you,

It's undeniable that you are the Moon.

Complimented by

comparison to other

girls, "you're so honest."

Don't you know that I

would prefer to be perfect

and mysterious?

He will find another girl with coffee breath and I just hope that when he kisses her he doesn't think of me

He will find another girl with unshaven legs and a moan like crashing waves and I just hope that when he fucks her he doesn't say my name

He will find another girl who bites her cheeks whose nose wrinkles when she laughs whose eyes sometimes leak and I just hope that when he holds her he doesn't miss me

He will find another girl with cold hands that set his skin on fire and I just hope that when he finds her he'll still remember me