One:

I talk about the stars

Far too often

How when I wish on a star

I’m whispering my thoughts

To a memory

Like, maybe, if the past could hear me,

It would do all it could

To change my present.

 

Two:

I think hands are beautiful

Like how the sign for ‘I love you,’

Is the letters, ‘I,’ ‘L,’ and ‘Y,’

All together

Like love is so simple

But we are the ones who make it complicated

I want our hands to come together

To make our very own signs

Our very own language

Of fingers and gestures

Like secrets written in skin

 

Three:

Your eyes could hold the

Sunrise.

Pardon the cliché,

But I could live in your gaze

Until the sky went black.

 

Four:

I wish I could forget your voice.

It drifts into my mind

Like that old favorite song

I somehow still know

All the words to,

All your nuances

All your chromatics

If I could, I would capture it

In a mason jar

Without enough air holes.

 

Five:

You have a shattered glass smile

Leaving me so jagged

All I have left are my eyelashes…

The only thing I can wish on

When the stars have gone to rest

 

Six:

I want to breathe

On your off beats

Want our breath to be all

That fills us

So we would be empty

Without each other

I want to crawl into the space

Between your lungs

And sleep there

Just listening to the rhythm

Of your breathing

 

Seven:

I don’t expect you to love me.

I know it is difficult to love someone

Who doesn’t love herself

 

Eight:

I think my heart is broken

In so many places

It is shaped more like an open door,

Giving you the opportunity

To walk out

Before you get comfortable

Don’t worry,

I understand

The draft is chilly anyway.

 

Nine:

I reflect light like a

Broken mirror.

It bounces in all directions

Like my reflection isn’t sure

Which projection of self

To show you

I’d give you them all

If you’d let me.

Let you put them back together

Like the puzzle only you have the

Corner pieces to

 

Ten:

You don’t realize

I slip those puzzle pieces into your

Back pocket every time you

Walk away

Hoping when you reach your hand in

For a secret

Or a dollar bill

You’ll find them there.

 

One:

I talk about the stars

Far too often

How I wish I could curl up

Between them

And burn out

So the only thing you’d know of me

Is the impossibly beautiful light

I create

Whenever you look at me.