In the Rhythm of You

Music plays 

Fades 

Into rhythms that move 

Become swirling sounds 

That look a lot like you 

When you call me, do you hear the strain  

In your voice, the way you say my name? 

Laugh for me, breathe like a star 

And let me pretend 

To be something far 

From what I am: 

A girl that shouldn’t give a damn 

But I do 

I don’t want to be selfish; 

What if I ruin you? 

I see you in the moon 

In the mountains, in every monsoon 

That falls from the skies 

And glistens 

In my eyes 

You smell like dill, sweat, and daisies 

And a little bit of smoke too lately 

Don’t cry 

Or maybe do 

And if you’re going to 

Choose me instead, 

Carve your name, in red, 

On my skin, and let me take your pain before I die— 

And if you didn’t know the truth: 

I love you.