I think it’s kind of funny

How similar we have always been

From the extroverted cynicism

To the delicate heavy-handedness of our youth

You crush me softly with rose petal fingers

And I shrivel happily

Within your palm

When I hear your voice-

Something deep within me stirs.

Something bigger than myself,

More primal, more desperate for air,

Clawing it’s way out my chest and into the light

It’s like I’ve taken my first breath,

Like it’s the first day of my life.

Every time.

I see you at every major intersection.

The crossroads of my life dotted with the

Exhaust fumes of a love burned out,

Sputtering along the worlds most futile road.

Dead end signs approaching us fast and hard,

Until it was too late to readjust,

Too head on to step on the breaks.

At the last minute all we could do

Was close our eyes, grit our teeth,

And hold our breath.

This recycled air I breathe

Inflates me with temptation

The sanctity of familiarity

Only a shot away

I’m lapping at the banks

Giving way to the sensation

As it trickles over me

A gentle ecstasy

And once again I’m free

A slave to my own damnation

It’s a familiar dullness

The rise of my chest

The ache of the fall

When I realized I couldn’t have done

Anything at all

I think one of the hardest parts of letting go

Is knowing I shouldn’t message you

At midnight

On a Wednesday.

I want to,

I know you won’t mind,

It’s not about what I say,

But that I reach out to you

At all.

I love you

I want to say the words

But i mustn’t

So I hide them away here

Where my daydreams dance with fallacies

And my couplets dine alone

A thousand days I’d dreamed of you

And a thousand more I’d wait

Pining, penning poetry for you

I chalked it up to fate

When those electric eyes glanced up at me

Darling I just knew,

I’d never be the same again

After loving you.

I’m a fool for many things,

Poetry, and rainy springs,

My morning coffee,

A familiar tune,

But mostly I’m

A fool for you