this isn’t the poem i wrote on the back of a taco bell receipt comparing you to a flower
no, this is the poem that was on the tip of my tongue
when i saw you carry plates on your arm around a corner
as if you were choreographed into a scene from one of those musicals you love
this is the poem that tickled my lips when I kissed you goodbye the other night
and all I could taste was your sweat and your secrets and my need to kiss you again
and this is the poem i balanced in the center of my palm
when I held your hand as we walked to my car
trying to hold back tears on election night
this is the poem made of all the words i wish i could whisper to you when you wake suddenly in the dark,
when you can’t sleep, when you’re having nightmares,
and this is the poem composed of all the feelings i want to tell you but don’t know how
because poems like this are the only way i can find words when i’m around you
this is the poem i wish i would have hidden in your car
to make you smile after you sprained your hand at work
and this is the poem i want to put in your pockets for when you have a bad day,
when everything feels too much, and the clouds are a little too grey
this is the poem i almost gave you today before i realized leaving a poem on your car
might be a little creepy, so instead, i kept it in my wallet
in the hopes i could one day read it to you

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