you are an amplifier,
a seashell in my ear,
a magnifying glass
angled to the angels
so that i might catch fire and
burn my way to beautiful,
the white ash
at the tip of your cigarette
this noise is both too much
and never enough.
i miss the leaves pressed
with tangles of my
heart between
book pages, hoping
the poetry would
slip its way into veins,
the leaves' or my own
and still i shudder
at the thought of
your transformation,
butterfly reversing to pupa
i miss your fragility,
the sea's air
beneath your wings,
and feel it in my bones
when my pulse slips
between them
and here,
i am still here
when you are sad,
i am sad too and i want to
hand you my heart;
when you are sad,
i am sad too and i want to
breathe it all in
like my lungs are broken
every other minute
of my life;
like i need to feel and feel
and feel and feel and
feel and feel and feel
you make me feel—
when you are sad,
i am still here
and here is
my love,
my heart
and you can have
whatever you might want,
all you have to do
is want it—
you make me feel so loud
and full, my heart
is slamming like a fist
against my chest
and i want to live in
it's rhythm, and
make it my
home.
