I let my body
speak stories
and hope that you are listening
I was looking for someone
like you
I like to let
white noise
run under my sides
and fill my hands heavy
until the world is
no longer loud
Because I was searching
for a fragility
to match mine,
wondering where
in your body
you store my words
and what “forever”
does to your heart
when you told me
Thank you
For pulling from me
pieces of myself
I'd kept so hidden
I forgot they were even there
