may 23

in bed, while you held me,
you stumbled over your words trying to describe
how you felt about us.

you've said you're not good with words,
but i understood you perfectly.

the way it feels to love you

is like the high school relationship
where you fought because you weren't right for each other,
yet were so desperately in love,
you thought you'd die if you couldn't touch them,

except we don't fight.

it feels like the time when that person hurt you
over and over again,
but you kept going back, because the love was obsessive
and you just wanted them to like you.

except we've never hurt each other.

and it's similar to that crush you couldn't let go of,
who lead you on and used you.
and the whole time you knew, but didn't care,
because it felt so good to be with them.

except i think we like each other just the same.

as we laid there with those feelings, void of all the negatives,
all the blood rushed to my heart so fast it burst through the muscle.
it seeped out my ears,
my nose, my eyes, my throat.
it doused you, marking your skin with part of me
and i decided i've never seen someone look so good in red.

5 digits

just like subduction plate tectonics,
the way the earth's crust meets to form mountains,
the skin next to each of your eyes
fold to form epithelial orogens
every time you laugh.

i fell in love with you embarrassingly quick
and just the other day inside your hammock
I could've sworn your body became an extension of my own.

i felt my nerves growing into yours
the way a plant's root chases the nutrients in soil.

i can count on one hand all my trials and errors,
and i know in my heart you wont make it to the next hand.