I Can Capture This
Right now, she is smiling. Now I am alright
If she is here, I will survive this
I can define what she is, I can capture this
Rain feels like somethings happening,
If I blink, I'll miss it
Is she is here, pay attention
All these things say it better than me
I love you. All of it.
She is center stage and faded freckles
constellations, clocks ticking
Being held and holding someone
She is a windmill creaking at night
never letting me forget her
Violent storms that come alive,
To tell you something
Like sugar on the tip of your tongue
Throwing a finished book out a window
She is the way bad songs and puns sound
coming from her mouth
like a loaded gun, gasping
and feeling the surface
She is rock, paper, scissors in a wet field
barefoot and sensitive
like concrete scratches that take a while to heal
sunshine on a hot swing
discarded dream journals
that’s it
that’s what I love about you
that is what’s got me
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