i'll always hate how your reflection
looks so perfectly suited to stand beside rain water
i'll be stitching together pieces of the sky
hoping to keep away the gloom that trails along behind you.
i'll be searching in whale stomachs
for the key to your heart,
for the symphonies that make your
eyes close, and your voice cry out
I'll be paper-clipping your soul
to pictures of wallpaper and fences and full moons
i'll be the one with my lungs full of hope
and my hands aching to hold you together.
i'll always be the one with ink stained skin
and a promise of a brighter tomorrow.