at your best,
you are make believe.
what I feel is more
than what I know.
but learn to remember
this feeling, for sure.
my mirror,
you are love.
you're my pluto,
dangling from the ceiling
and buzzing in my ears.
empty soda cans turn to
love notes by your doorstep,
sticky-note dirty but shaped
like a moonlight star.
tell me, do you
remember my
honey lipgloss?
stuck to your right
cheek like a tattooed
ribcage that makes
you wince when you
think of its original pain.
tell me, do you
know that I still
gotcha empty
perfume bottle?
the one that cracked
and let that liquid pour
a little on the sheets.
I never let that scent
wash out.
when I feel
what I feel,
I let the emotion
bubble in my gut,
down and drown
through the baby photos
in the backseat of your
bimmer.
ridin' on your
pegs in my dream,
sneakers squeaking and
hands gripping too tight.
its like I never let go of
the first moment of 'us.'
at your best,
you are love.
and love is one
bittersweet escape.
