i am going to write you the best poem ever.
i am going to give you everything i can —
sprinkles of praise, a shoulder to lean on,
a cup of hot chocolate & a genuine smile.
i am going to put down the pen
i so often hide behind &
give you a chance to know me:
sometimes i am a faucet, flooding
a room with words & sometimes
i am a faucet, rusted shut &
you have to fight for a single drop of emotion.
tonight, i am like a house with no door; everything
i feel walks right out into the yard.
the world is trapped in my fingertips &
i’m eager to set it loose.
i have the universe in my head &
i want to live life in my bare feet.
i want to puddle jump, grape stomp
& tightrope walk through life.
& sometimes i don’t know what i’ve written
until i turn the light on in the morning:
together we find nothing less than infinite or
a half eaten bag of twizzlers;
there is no in between & one day
i hope we wake up to find the sea
along with every lost message in a bottle
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