i am not afraid that you will leave me.
i am afraid of how i will hurt
when you do.
i never want to stay
i used to feel pretty okay
when you were around,
how the world fell into patterns
of woven flowers in the
shared space between our hands
i am afraid that when you leave me,
you will take my heart with you;
that i will never be able to listen
to my favorite songs
because i will think of
the way my skin felt electric
when i was with you.
i never want to say
i didn't try
to hold on to the one
with fire in his smile,
a breath of oxygen
and the rapidity with which
it spread, wild
tell me, dear,
my beautiful-hearted boy,
what did i do
to deserve you?
