case me up in beetleskin.
absorb me until you're full
and then go ahead-
smother me in dirt.
at least then,
i could rationalise the breathlessness.
the lines in your palm
and dimples on your face
suffocate me from the inside out
and i like it.
you could beat the moon
in a pretty contest.
have you ever felt the weight of the world
heavy in your chest,
heart beat beat beating when you see someone?
take my time,
be my hourglass.
i want to see more of you.
i want you in the icy winter,
breath visible and nose red.
and the cool spring,
sweltering summer,
orange fall.
can you feel them-
one thousand and one butterflies
all taking flight,
just for you.
and that's a reloaded line,
i repeat phrases like a reloaded gun
but your hair looked stupid
in 2016.
i said your shit steams beautiful,
and i don't know why i did,
but i still did
and don't take it back.
i always have words to say
but you leave me speechless.
is that your superpower?
filling my dreams
with aching desire
just to hold your hand?
can i hold it?
pretty please?
hush, my dear,
come closer.
take me in your arms
and let me be your kryptonite.
i don't even like superman,
but i can be lois lane
and watch you fly across the globe
until you return to me.
don't save someone else.
the blush in your face
when i call you pretty
is like cherry blossoms,
gone all too soon.
i love you,
happy birthday to you.
