More Than I Say (day 172)

I love you.

More than I say.

Less than I should say.

 

I wake up with every bone rearranged,

I’m tripping over sentences we’ve never said.

 

I have been told we are titanium but still

I think you’re more breakable

than you say.

 

I think we might fall apart

so I’ll hold you like a champagne flute

until you tell me we’re colliding like a breaking wave.

 

They were all my training wheels

and now I have wings

but I don’t wear them like a symbol

I fly like it’s enough just to be untethered.

 

The colors crawl back behind my eyelids and still

I love you.

More than I say.

Less than I should say.

 

The universe crashes particles together that don’t fit and still

I love you.

More than I say.

Less than I should say.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/15/17

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