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Starstruck

Somewhere the same night sky
hovers over you, over me, too.

I know it’s littered with glitter,
glittering gases of fiery light.

Stars. Can you see them?

‘Cause here the farms are all gone,
and I can’t see through the pollution.

But we can see the moon, a satellite,
revolve around the planet we share.

This earth is not so large,
and are we not so far?

My chest can feel the difference;
my heart can tell the distance.

Skipped, tripped, and flipped
all at once.

Who’s to say in what capacity
destiny calls for?

Maybe nothing’s predetermined
and I’ve determined nothing—

but there’s space here for you.

 
 

 

 

Maybe it’s not my choice.
But we’ll act quickly or slowly
and reach for the sky—
and I can hope
that our hands will clasp
over the same star.

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Should’ve

wasted opportunity:
yes?
no?

I’ve got three months
to agonize
over words
I did not say.

were they words
I should have
said?

 

 

shit!

I think my insides
are going to
scream themselves apart!

stupid memories are melting
me down into a puddle of
uselessness.

they’re not stupid.
they’re just trivial—
to anyone but me,
I imagine.

and I imagine
many ways
they could have
gone better.

SUBTLETY
has not a place
in my life
anymore.

but God! I did not expect
you to be so fucking
ADORABLE.

 
 

(I bet you don’t want to be adorable at all,
but I wasn’t planning to feel this way.)

 
 

maybe I should have just said it.
maybe I should have just said it.
so many things I should have just said.

“maybe Science is telling you she needs some space.”

and MAYBE
I’m trying to tell you
that I really like you.

(I’m just too scared to tell you.)

 
 

I’m not cryptic.
I’m not even deep.

I’m just a fool
with only enough courage
to produce this message
only slightly less indirect
than the exclamations in my head

because I’m too scared
to pick up the phone
and say,

“I really like you,”

and dammit,
I should’ve said it in person.

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With You

when I’m with You,

I—
I—

look how eloquent words
cannot describe how I feel
when I’m with You.

normal words fail to flow,
sometimes,
when I’m with You,
because
I hang on your every word,
too entranced to think.

I want to be with You,
more and more,

and savor the thrill
of my heart

s   i   p   n
   k   p   i   g

beats,

and relish the way
You make me feel like
sINGING,

and count this blessing
that You’ve chosen to be

with me.

me!

(even if only for a day)

 

 

 

 

 

but every day I think about You and wonder
if You’re floating away on a dream, too