i swear, there’s a lesson here (somewhere)

we were young, pushing forward

bruised knuckles & tired bones

like the others, thinking we will /

not break

you had eyes of the night sky,

almost black &

sometimes i thought

i could see the stars

in them

you said that i was beautiful

and i loved how you lost your breath

when you looked at my hands

you say,

my eyes are not here

terrified, and i can’t

feel your hands on my skin

but your nails on my

heart

our elbows are stained

with blue

bruising with happiness

as we tumble in the grass

a tangle of dimples and

laughter

do you know what forever

feels like? i think it’s a cup, a

small one that

sits on window stills and

collects rain all seasons

but can never keep it,

you think its a cursed horse,

in a dead land -

waiting for a dead rider

we’re pressed against the books

shadows,

dark things in the darkness

and i’m in love with you

but i have

never seen your

face