It's Okay
“It’s okay”
you said again
and again
and
again
your words
sounded like
cool cream
melting
over my tongue
because
it was luke warm
And your eyes
your eyes
were soft
like the painting
that I wanted to reach out
and touch
when I was in elementary school
“no
you can’t touch it
it’s art”
I want to be that painting on the wall
I want to be a piece of fucking art
the looks in people’s eyes
when they breath in oceans
and exhale clouds
the rain
precipitating from your chin
and creating
flash floods
It’s been a month
since i’ve seen you
I know
Because the moon told me
She whispered into my ear
when I was sleeping on the stars
you feel like the lonely volcanoes
of mercury
you create sunspots on my skin
with your craters
I’ve got 33 wishbones left
from when you stole them
from my ribcage
You are an illness
without a name
A long walk that you wish was over
I need to reset my jaw
bring back my hip bones
bury my foot with the half untied shoe
So that I can be reborn
In your eye socket
Have you ever felt your heartbeat
sleeping in the back of your throat?
Taking naps
every time you need to feel?
Or staying awake
like a teenager on aderrall
making you feel
too much.
We are all afraid that we will explode
we are all afraid that the streaks of light
will become the walls
to our boxes
Nobody listens to the songs anymore
they only listen to their voices
like switchblades
even if you are a switchblade
there is always a drawer
I want to be your pick up truck
on a good day
I don’t want to be
your first car accident
anymore
I don’t want to be
the tinge
in your voice
when you talk about Colorado
I’ll plant flowers
in your overalls
and seeds
in your chest
making a garden
of your body