to: you

my heart just so

happens to be a

muscle the size 

of my fist

but my heart is

so much softer

than all this cartilage 

and bone that i can

break against

so many different things

and i want to be soft

to be full of love and

light and the reason

that you smile

is that selfish of me?

i am still trying to answer

that question

but none of my answers

are agreeing with me

at least there is no

more guilt

curdling in my guts

along with the wanting

to kiss you

and i want you to

taste your name 

on my tongue

make me bleed 

with the force of

your mouth against mine

and i will thank you

with our blood

mingling on my chin

with my heart

fluttering against the

cage of my ribs

beating a soft rhythm

to the sound of your name