good god, just kiss meMature

i
We are always on this trip, always putting distance 
between the moments in which we almost cave. 
I put pebbles in my mouth to keep it full and quiet, 
to keep my loose tongue from unlocking all the things 
I’ve stored behind my teeth. I can hear the rattle 
behind your locked jaw, I know the rhythm and the rhyme -
and we hum it
quietly.
ii
Over the summer I grew so sad over you
I let myself get swallowed up in the sunlight,
lying on the floor in my spare room. But winter came
and my bones were too tired to be unearthed so I let the moss
grow over me, and I didn’t mind the darkness or the silence.
But even with all that soil in my throat, your name still sprouted
on my tongue as soon as I rose up and nothing else was loud enough
to drown it out.
iii
There are seasons where my ribs go dark and white
at the same time; bone-dry and brittle like all the half-truths
we’ve used to lay this foundation. I planted forget-me-nots
all along the path I walk when I can’t shake you from this skin
but they grew too fast and followed me everywhere I went.
Call it friendship, call it nothing, call it imagining things 
after too many drinks. We can name it whatever we please 
but I think it’s time we stop hiding these great trees in our ribs and 
let them hear each other.

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