I know I’ve been lonely,
But I’m not forgotten.
The people are waving.
I know I’ve still got them.
It’s like I can’t breathe right.
My chest, it just feels tight.
Sometimes it loosens,
And sometimes I’ve lost it.
Chasing these late nights.
Dreams blend with real life.
You can come with me.
We can just ride bikes.
I can study your tattoos
When I’m lying with you,
And I’m scared shitless
That I some how still exist.
Thank you for caring.
I can start sharing
The thoughts that I have
When you catch me staring.
It’s not that they’re all bad.
Sometimes I just feel small,
But you made me feel tall,
And I’ll admit that I’m glad.
I’ll try to stop crying
When I think of back home.
I’ll try to look forward
To what these people offer.
I see love surrounding.
My heart won’t stop pounding.
It’s sort of grounding
To see the ways I’ve changed.
I told you last August that this would never endAnd by this August, we will be leaving all our friends.
I’m sorry I’ve been cold for the past dozen weeks
I just need you to take me with you to the heat.
I can get struck with venom
And learn astrological lessons.
My back against spine
Cactus water turns to wine.
Emotionally, I’ve lived inside
To the point that my melanin is deprived.
Now an hour from my bloodline,
Our faces can taste the lips of sunshine.
Flowers will try to survive on the counter
As your eyes begin to lift from the floor.
Our struggle is slowly becoming power
As my eyes continue rising toward the sky.
Genetics make it difficult to put down our beer
But family will still plan visits early next year.
Sickness found a home in both our heads
Stapling eviction notices, hoping we won’t end up dead.
Daisies turn to marigold.
We won’t see them when they bloom.
We won’t die here when we’re old.
We just need a little growing room.
I have a worried mind, but you always take the time to make sure I’m fine.
I know it’s hard to love through accusations of actions from people of my past,
But I remember you telling me that you felt like the worst people got the best version of you.
I wonder how many lovers wish they met when they were younger.
What it would be like if they met before their dreams were stressful,
and before they found out how easily words can be fiction.
Good months break down to weeks,
But our love is still sturdy.
Sometimes it’s just not saying much and holding on until we can get out of bed.
Sometimes it’s accidentally kissing your teeth when you are singing to me.
I’ve been appreciating you a lot lately.
I know we’ve been pretty lazy,
but I don’t mind blaming it on the weather.
We are still young in our endeavors
And you know I’m down for whatever.
I know that this will get better
And I’m fine waiting with you,
even if it takes forever.