pt 1: him

we can never be

more than what we are;

what’s ours

is too precious

too fragile

any risk could

(so easily) break it apart.

no one else would understand.

no one can get past

the defenses i’ve built

but you’ve broken in.

if i could turn back time?

i wouldn’t create us differently

we make galaxies

while any other friendship

can hardly reach the stars

you turn life into poems;

you make the air feel soft

and quiet the noise —

you make breathing less of a chore

and smiling feels so natural.

how could i trade

the peace between us

for anything less?

what we have is happiness

and the longing is only temporary.

the loneliness is only a figment.

more would be a tragedy.

we don’t have to try

together to be perfect,

but if we started to try

to fit an image

to please ourselves

perfect would be impossible.

maybe we have to hide

the glances, the brief touches

the connection between

our helpless hearts

but isn’t it worth it, still

as long as we still have it?