i can't hold onto love.
i'm not gentle enough.

i always end up
crushing the thing
in between my fingertips.

everything i know about love
is that it hurts
and is almost always never returned
the way you want it to.

but i have hope
because i do not know everything.

and sadness clung to me
because she did not know
how to be alone.

oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful
tender weight of being human.

do not let anyone in
until they love you so fiercely,
you have no defense against their love.

i'm so hooked
on how your mind works,
on what you notice,
on everything that excites you.
i'm so caught up in
how you see the world,
how you see everything
and still offer up your love
for all to take it.

you give me a glimpse of your heart
and i can't tell you
how much you turn me on.