drowning,
and your chocolate eyes melt
into your outstretched hand
your curly hair rubbing against my cheek
when i blink
but when the lids come up
the tide's carried you away.
i am just another girl
writing too many poems
about people i will never have.
and nothing is permanent;
that's always broken my heart the most.
tomorrow the rainstorm will be gone
and this existential mood
will most likely have passed.
but right now, i know
you got off work 21 minutes ago
and right now, you're glad to be done
with the place that reminds you of me
but that's wishful thinking.
i shifted my bravada into 3rd gear
angling the frame downhill
wishing you'd laugh your ass off
with me, taking the edge off my freak
and i'll probably never stop mistaking
kindness for falling in love
and giggling at others for the same mistake;
tripping on my feet watching you trip on yours.
it's always brown eyes
it's always me, 50 feet under,
so far gone i didn't realize i wasn't still standing
in the beam of your stupid grin.
i run from movies, books,
art, songs, faces, and anything
that reminds me i have a heart.
but what if
i inched my fingers
toward the beating in your chest?
