March

Doesn’t have a title yet

I want to believe that March is letting me breathe

I’m glutting myself on all the daylight

And you’re standing there,silhouetted,

But don’t worry, I have you memorised,

Look, leave me behind if you want,

It’ll rip me apart, but that’s not for you to worry about

I think I’ll stay here awhile

Where nothing can know my name and

All I can taste is salt and iron and

My only constraints are the little running stream we

Used to jump across as kids

My heart is so loud when you’re near me

I’m surprised you haven’t heard it yet

If we deny what this is, it’ll save me time

I can always make up for it another day

Because of you, I know every minute in a day so

I can count through all of them until

I get to see your eyes glint when you smile

Remember me to your friends, don’t let me be

The only one thinking this way, please

And I got over you while I was writing this poem

So let’s switch up the tone, sweetheart

Let’s talk about my paralysis

My weakness, my rawness, my utter inability to

Utter the right words at any given time

Given time, you’d think I’d improve

But that’s just not realistic now, is it?

And that’s just me, the idealist.

The romantic

The dreamer