Please, Please

I wrote a poem once

so beautiful, it reminded me of you

and of the way you stood in that photograph

under the oak tree, that early fall when we fell in love

I don't have that photograph anymore

the poem either

I just couldn't bear to have people I don't know read it

I couldn't let them see you, the way I got to see you

So i burned it

just how you burned everything, just how you burned me,

away.

I've got these feelings that bled into my knuckled every time I bit into them

without words to say that I could fit in the space between your lips like a kiss or something

you've stolen a thousand times before

you've left these fucking patters on the gravel so that'd id never forget even when i wanted to

but i just don't know how to speak in chords, how to make my voice match the deep red wine

and the burning corners of stars like yours

letting you rediscover the truth on the tip of her eyes is the most difficult.. 

but look at your smile; look at mine

shadows here, thunderstorms there