"And at Once I Knew I was not Magnificent"

I love when the streets are covered with a fresh sheet of rain
that it's that easy for the world to start all over
to become useful again
'and at once i knew i was not magnificent.'
I am fragile.
I am tangled.
I am words.
Words mean so little to me anymore

Roadways and Birds

The birds are singing at night
The buildings ask why we have built them
The flames apologize
But when i'm alone, the elements dare not stay still.
You made me promise i'd never regret it,
You made me promise I'd never regret you
But I don't, I fear the opportunity to
I fear the windows
The shadows we created on our fingertips
that retreated to your soul
I saw all.
Your eyes had contrast.
I wander across the empty expanse of highways
as veins across the contours of continental skin
I fear I'll travel them without destination
Without ever reaching what brings them to life
If I don't know who I am is it possible to love you?
but I do, I only ever think of you
I fear these insecurities
Your vices haunt me on my fragile hours
The poison asks why we drink him
The birds, they sing at night.
The skin asks why it's touched.
The lungs beg for a fight.
I fear the words I always want to say but never can.
I fear the words that I am saying but are never read.

It's just that I love you. I honestly believe I do. I believe that loving another means you think about them constantly, that when you hear a joke or see a good movie, you immediately think of their face. That you get excited when you see their name on your phone light up, and even more so when you see them approach you. I believe it is loving them regardless of what state they're in, whether they were to go bald or horribly sick, love is the still being there. It is the "good mornings" and the "sweet dreams". It is the Merry Christmases, and the Happy Forth of Julys. The stargazing, the midnight conversations, the single roses. The crying, the yelling, the hoping, the learning, the horrible, heart-wrenching pain, the questioning, the unsurity, passionate for only them, vulnerable state.
The only thing that could sever us is distance
of the body, or of the heart.
I pray that you will fight the miles that inevitably come between.
sometimes
I fear you won't.


I dreampt you left me
and took the light
This is what the birds sing in the night.