Loving you is good for my poetry.
How did we get here, darling?
With me climbing up the ridges of your heart
and hoping to hear you laugh.
How do you not love me too?
Am I too fragile for your eyes?
Do you look away so soon because your breath
is still stuck in her throat?
Do you know I've never felt this way?
I can't say it's ugly
because it's the most beautiful
thing I've felt in awhile