The Never-Ending Ode to You & Me

writingsforwinter:

I opened your heart like a text and found 24 messages,

all of them unanswered.

I loaded your kisses onto Noah’s Ark and the flood

washed away every single one of my lipstick prints.

I fell in love with you like slamming my head on the pavement:

something I didn’t want to do

but did anyway,

mostly because it knocked my thoughts out of balance

like planets spinning off-kilter in the solar system.

I wished we were born in the age of the dinosaurs

so we could be together for 45 million more years

than we already have been.

I nailed your excuses to the wall like the stars to the sky

whenever you wouldn’t let me

take you out to dinner.

I cleaned out your closet and found a box full of bones.

I kissed you in a four-poster bed

and moved over you like a ship,

tattooed your heart to my palm in only

the most luxurious colors the tattoo artist could find.

I tried to be a better lover than an octopus

with only two arms.

I gathered your hips like a bouquet

and planted them beneath mine.

I stapled two dozen pickup lines to your back door

in the hopes that at least one of them

would catch your eye.

I stole a human heart from the anatomy lab

just to see if it would beat as fast

as mine when confronted with your gaze.

I held your hand like a trigger

and each breath of your finger

set the gun off.

I went diving for you

and surfaced with a mouth full of

your name.