Your Side of the Bed

 Morning sun creeps in my window

Kissing my fluttering eyelids

I roll over to snatch a few more moments

Half asleep and already reaching for you

New Song

 She's like a new song

From my favorite musician

A familiar sound

Profound lyrics

I just want to play her

On repeat forever

Anxiety

 Left alone in my head

Thoughts creep up

Try to swallow me

My pulse raises

Hands shaking when I pause

Stomach tight and churning

Chest ache

Nervous

 I was always afraid

Like a shelter dog

Who has learned 

To recoil from touch

On Being Held

There are times when it feels like 

Tiny, microscopic spies 

Invaded me to tell you all the things that

I whispered to myself in the dark

Buried themselves in my heart

Wished on dandelions and stars

You speak directly to my depths

To quiet anxious places that

Eat away at the back of my head

Like maggots

Where it feels like my mind is made of

Tinfoil and nails

My fists swing in the air 

Fighting the calm somedays

Your words grab my wrists and 

Pull me close until my

Breath slows and I release the 

Walls and resistance to 

Letting you hold me like

I've always asked to be held

I bathe in the warmth of your smile

When you've managed to 

Talk me down

From the tower of fears

Built on my narratives 

Written by scars

My heart is off the leash in your backyard

Basking in the fire

Growing inside of us

Our souls of wood and flame

Built to feed and not choke

Even if others don't like the smoke 

They can suffocate for all I care

Soulmate

 I've never set my sights to hard

To know that my life would be 

This

To feel like there's no 

Alternate reality

No other path to take

She is it. 

The future. 

The One. 

If heavens crumbled 

There would be 

No other

To match mine among

Centuries of souls

I cannot think about

If it didn't go on

Because there is no such thing as

After

Her.

Bee’s Knees

 Honey, 

I was sold

On the sweetness of your lips

Before I ever tasted them