poetry

8.9.24

the bigger word

i write out my heart and send it to you
every night when i see the color purple
every time i sit at the bottom of a tree
and yank the grass out of the ground
feeling the dirt under my fingernails
feeling like the moment is so close
to absolute perfection, and it would be
but the world gets so quiet and my head
gets so loud, and its such a rush
like all the blood flows back to my brain
after being upside down for so long
that i get dizzy even when im still
and i can remember again how beautiful
eyes can get after such a long time of
seeing nothing but the back of peoples heads
and the sky is so much more vibrant
something i thought i could only get
in my deepest dreams
and i would know the feeling anywhere
stopping in the middle of the road
and bolting towards it
because it makes me feel invincible
because it makes me happy to be a human
because it keeps the stars apart
because i really, really, really like you
and it gets hard sometimes to say
the word for when you like someone
as much as i like you
but i mean it every time it comes out