i like you so much that

sometimes it makes my stomach sink like

salt in water or

a boat in the ocean

(more like the latter)

and i used to never know what to say to you

or how to seem funny or sweet

but that was back when you would talk to me everyday

now i do know you and how to talk

but you haven't spoken in eight days

i have figured you out by now

and that is partly because you finally opened up

and partly because i worked you out on my own

you are not a puzzle and you never were

i'm still sinking in the ocean and

i want you to come help but i know you are

too busy rescuing someone who doesn't need you instead

you are not her favorite pair of eyes

or her favorite bruised knuckles

you are just another torso for her to hang onto