i'm not going to write a poem about how

i miss you so much that my heart feels like

its covered in a burnt scrap of saran wrap,

asphyxiated and scalded to the hot and blistered core.


i'm not going to write a poem about how

adorable you are when you smile, or about

how cute you are when you blush, even though both

make my heart feel like it's an overinflated balloon ready to burst.


i'm not going to write a poem about how

i want you to kiss me so badly that it takes

everything in me not to knot my fingers

into your hair and pull you into my eager and aching lips.


i'm not going to write a poem about how

i love you so much that i almost don't

want to love you because i'm afraid that

you'll stop loving me after it's too late for me to detach.