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.