No, the muffin over there—
not the crumpet.
Listen, I said the cake on the corner,
by the scone.
but as we argue semantics
we've burnt the toast.
weaving timelessly into the times, I left myself to search for more
The secret I'll tell you
it starts in my sleep
when I take you to bed
I ask for a dream
to cope with the pain
I replay in my head.
See,
loving you for so long
is the kind of loving
where I forged strength
to endure
every tug and push
while the weight of distance
kept growing
creating space in my heart
to see you
in letters
and songs
poems
and dreams
pieces I put together
dissolving into streams
connecting to my heart
to keep me alive
burning on the inside
because I'm in love
with the secret I'll tell you—
you're the one
I hide.
I don't feel my sins outweigh my heart.
Heavy were the days I let imperfections burn me from the inside.
Dark were the days your implications left lesions on my brain.
regret it
forget it
move on
add it
subtract it
push on
dissolve the equations
liquify the logic
not form limits and distance
quantifying steps to weigh lighter
than a feather
Don't cut off your nose, my girl
the words you fear despite our fate
won't disappear
and the walls you built
around the box in the dark
where you keep the pieces of my heart
is unlocked
Purple trees
lilac or lily eyes
I peek from my window
where I sit and think of all the colors you are
a lucent being bleeding a hue
to bring life to the shadows
of my blue heart
in spring