moonlight shifts in my window;
i stay up late
with warmth and a few songs.
if i tilt my head back
at the right angle,
i can see the moon,
full and heavy in the sky.
i think maybe i
am my words.
i am my poems
and the jokes i forget
to make
and the things i don’t say too.
it seems absurd,
just for a heartbeat,
to think that i could ever
be contained in this,
but as my heart keeps beating
and my blood keeps flowing,
i find myself in the light behind
my eyelids,
whispering and laughing and
completely content.
there’s things i do not
miss anymore;
things that seem trivial and hopeful
in the shine of the moon.
the warm white light
wraps itself around me,
just like the silence i am
hugged by.
i think maybe peace
is the sound of water on the beach,
or recognising my own
laughter again.
whatever it is,
i recognise
it in the hole i carved
out of my heart.
i walk through the hallways
of my being
and knock on doors.
rooms are empty except
for packed boxes.
i recognise a young
girl
scribbling with sharpie,
and let her be.
i let her be.
i wander and wander
through the corridors,
met with my
metaphors and
adjectives, skipping down
hand in hand.
i meet more girls
i know and
laugh at the things they do.
one of them
is the same one i hugged in my dreams;
the dream i will forever
beg to dream and
dream again.
the moon has slid across
the sky.
i am more myself than i have ever
been;
walking in the frost,
i meet
myself all over again, every morning.
i meet a girl with
a loud laugh and
lovely hair and
enough love
to love the whole world twice.
i love her with all my heart
and think maybe i should give her a chance to be happy for once.
i love her with all my heart,
and think maybe she’s
had enough people
tell her why she’s not enough,
and i hug her instead and
tell her she’s worth everything she
never had.
my heart is precious and
one day i will give enough love
for the universe to end.
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