broken bones

» fire

and maybe there's something inside of me

waiting to explode out,

words perched on the tip of my tongue

like summer fireworks

begging to be lit and shot

but when i look at you,

there is nothing left;

no explosions and no fireworks and nothing wanting to be lit or shot,

it is all silenced

because your eyes are like water

and your smile is like the broken wing of a fighting bird,

and if there is one thing worth saving

it is the innocence in your touch;

you know nothing, you want nothing, you say nothing

and yet,

you are everything

all at once,

a crescendo of monumental sound poised to begin