Mouthful Of Forevers

what is it about the
rose petals in your walk ?
the Earth trembles under your feet
like the metaphor
I've been looking for
all these years
to perfectly describe
how you make my heart
skip a beat
every time you laugh
the sound of your voice,
the music in your lungs
can make the ocean
question the beauty of its own waves
stars wake up earlier
and spend hours in the mirror
getting pretty
ever since you started staring at them
your skin is a melody
only few men will have the pleasure
of hearing
your smile is the only sunrise
worth setting my alarm clock
early enough for me to see
I bet streetlights
shine a little brighter
just because you're standing underneath them

and I want you
I want you
in every possible way there is to want a person
to say that
I really, really, really
want you
would just be an understatement
I want to pour you
in a tall wine glass
and sip you slow and strong
like I'm on vacation
and I wont let a drop of you
hit the ground

but if we dusted your heart for fingerprints
we would only find
his
and he seems so familiar to me
I think I've seen him somewhere in your smile
like I've smelled his cologne on your thighs
like the space between our fingers
when we held hands was reserved for him
like how every time you looked at me
like I wasn't enough for you
and the only thing glimmering in your eyes was him

my heart was a
dusty piano in the basement
of an abandoned house
on Nowhere Street
you gave me hope
you played me while no one was watching
and left me just as you found me
slowly, at first
then all at once
I thought we would fall into each other
like two stars that are tired of the sky
I swear I thought I heard the forever
in our laughs
and the beauty in our mistakes
I amputate the parts of me
who have grown fond of your smell
there's not a day that goes past
where I don't scrub the skin on my body
just to erase the fingerprints you left on me

you are not
a list of withouts
you were my mouthful of forevers

and loving you
was the last thing I felt really good at