I Tried to Tell You, I Love You

don't ask me how much. 
don't ask me to quantify or qualify, 
justify my enunciation of each syllable. 

numbers are lazy, unskilled snapshots. 
they're surface level and powerless, 
meaningless without contextualization. 

I write for you, I don't always want to but
please listen ~ I write for you. 
it's the only honest way I can describe it. 

I miss you, and it's more than I want to, 
because I want to not miss you at all. 
I want annoyances and laughter and 
frustration and the depths of your eyes
permanently imprinted behind my eyelids. 

so don't ask me how much, ask me 
better questions like why and when, 
don't ask me how much because I 
have no interest in quantifying what
deserves the prettiest of words to explain. 

I'm Here

cotton candy skies, 
and monochrome storms, as well,
are moments in time.

Blue

it comes and goes in waves
no promises made, condolences offered 
from crystal clear skies to a fog
so thick you think you can taste it

Home In Progress

home is where the heart⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
a work in progress⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
every definition and none of them simultaneously. ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
home is a thousand miles away⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
inches between us when we kiss⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
measured in centimeters and miles, trust and safety.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
home is I miss you’s⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
babe, where are you’s⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
I appreciate you and the way you listen and ask for more.⁣⁣
⁣⁣
so if home is where the heart⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
brick and mortar, laughter and tears⁣⁣
is⁣⁣
tangible, amorphous, abstract, concrete⁣⁣
⁣⁣
I think I’d like for home to be here, with you.⁣⁣

Courage as a Service

they told me to 
become harder,
so I remained soft. 

they wanted me to
remain quiet, 
so I amplified my voice. 

they stared at
my curves, 
so I covered them in edges. 

they asked me to
sit still, look pretty, 
so I boarded a rocket ship.