when you speak
of the love of your life,
I get a twisted lemon splash
of guilt in my gut and its oddly
comforting.
when you speak
of the enemy of your eden,
I look at the concrete and
see the chalk write out your
woes, word for word.
when you speak
of your feelings for me,
butterflies tickle your adams
apple and take a bite of the
bitter moon's flesh.
chips the tooth but repairs
the ache.
you make me
feel like glitter.
so vivid in our lucid
escapism.
look both ways before
you cross back and forth
in my mind.
so strong of you,
to mend and mold
my shattered being.
without you,
I'd be utterly me.
