everything that breaks

drowns me 

just enough to make me want to write about it

keeps me up for hours past midnight 

hours beyond the flickering street lamps would like to stay lit

how long will you guide the stray

i like words

i like the way they fall on paper 

it’s usually tears and aches near the chest 

that build a home for my words gone lost 

wandering, unclaimed 

a silver lining to the pain

off late, though

the waves that come crashing towards me 

spell love, butterflies and sparks

and i’m writing 

for hours past midnight 

about the narrowness of your eyes 

when your smile stretches to the farthest ends of your cheek 

suddenly 

everything that breaks

seems reparable  

and everything that hurts,

hurts less