gaia_lenox

I promised myself 
that I would not be 
the girl who writes 
love poems 
on the back of her palm, 

as I scribbled three 
simple words 
on the inside cover 
of a book, 

I spent 13 hours 
with a needle and thread 

and 15 thousand colors 
and cloth made of clouds 

I spent 13 hours painting the night sky 
into an old t shirt 

sometimes I breathe in 
and forget to breathe out 
again 

do you remember the night 
the sun never set 

we caught it
and held it in our hands 
and woke up tasting honey 

I think I broke 
my own heart too 

I felt it crack 
before the pieces fell
into my stomach 

now I have nothing 
behind my sternum 
and it hurts 

the nothing pulling 

I broke your heart 
today 

it poured out of your eyes 
and down your cheeks 
as you threw words at me 

like bricks through windowpanes 
breaking me a little more 
each time 

how do I explain 
how it feels to fall together 

how every step I take 
is fueled by doubt and 
heartbreak  

the sky opened up 
in my chest and suffocated