short words mean heartbeats
when you arent. and you are
bloodpressure, whether you like it
or not. next to red blood cells you backcrawl
through the trees, finding yourself
eating leaves near my coeur.

im not a sad girl
until you swim, until you cycle
over hills, under hells to get me closer.

i make myself think about anything but
airplanebridges, oceans,
the number fourteen,
parents and
priests

just incase you come back.

i fall in love with you again,
everytime i hear
you say button
or love
or sigh,
or pick up your bike and ride
60 miles west, to see new faces.

sometimes She is stutterfilled, sometimes
She is waterfalling like songs
through larger scales. She reminds me
of my broken kneecap, of the chest piece
in its place. that is not in its place at all.
She reminds me
i am ugly.

i cover blistered knuckles
and wait. your outline
is purification
when you come.

i've been growning new hearts
for you to break,
since the day you left.