I am a book, unwritten.
You dipped a feather in red, opened me up, and wrote in my margins.
I've always felt more comfortable with a bloody sleeve.
Now, you're a character in the story.
The plot thickens.

I built bleachers from starry night skies.
Our dreams alive, making out and smacking gum.
You are the girl from a rock video that I hoped would play forever.
You dress the part so well.
We need more wind.

I'm dancing with my echoes.
Shouting from mountain-tops.
You were never one for yodeling,
but we held each other close.
Those times felt right.

Let me pick cocoa beans for you every morning
and dance with you every night.
During the day, let me take you on picnics.
There, we will friend ants who have forgotten how to carry chips.
They show up in business casual attire and only by invitation.

The mystery of why it isn't is my puzzle.
Did we lose a few pieces along the way?
Or were they never in the box?
Is our laughter not loud enough?
Are we framed, incomplete?

Let me bring over Blueberries for Sal
and cat nip for Atticus Finch.
For you – my heart,
Fertilized with diamond dust.
Cut me open, I want to bleed sparkle for you.

Your beauty is a magic sponge capsule.
It grows before my awestruck eyes
and makes me want to play with you in the tub.
I want to build a bubble bath and make soap beards,
while we wash away everything that's not now.

It hurts not having you,
Even if mostly, I can pretend.
In the future, I'll get better.
Just don't forget:
Once upon a time we shared a moment under the stars.

You will always make me smile.
All I've ever wanted is to make you do the same.