I catch you
Staring at me.
Why do you stare
At me?
Tell me.
Why do you haunt
My dreams at night?
I can’t figure out
What you want from me.
If anything.
They tell me
I’m beautiful.
Do you agree?
I’m not so sure.
But then again, you are staring at me.
I don’t know you,
But I feel as though I do
Because I know the words
That come straight from you.
But I don’t know you.
I don’t know which town you grew up in,
Or your favorite color,
If you like flying,
Or holding the hand of another.
I don’t know if, like me,
You like Crown in your Coke,
I don’t even know if you drink,
Or if you smoke.
And you don’t know me.
Did you know that I only smoke
When I drink, and that I refuse
To spit anywhere
Except the bathroom sink?
We don’t know each other.
But I do know
The music of your lines.
And that you breathe
Inspiration deeply into me.
And I also know that
I want to swim in your ocean
And breathe in your breath.
I want to camp out beneath
A blanket of your stars.
And only your stars.
I hung your poem
Up on my door
For all the world
To see.
Your words move me
To a secret world
Where we connect
Over daggers, words,
And Vicodin.
To a place that is ours,
Where you are you,
And I am me.
Where together we are free.
Free like the clouds above,
Free from them and
Free from those things
We call our lives.
I hope you find this wonderful,
Like walking barefoot in sand
Because I find you wonderful,
And you only deserve something
As wonderful
As you.
