underneath myheartfrom longago

life is a bittersweet drink that has
twisted itself up in sugar, rather like guitar notes
hiding behind words
            we all hide behind words, for they can
            stand on their own
they never said unrequited love was
this heavy, but what about
                                                           unrequited hope - is that
more irrelevant than the tucked wings
of damselflies?

oh and focus has never been in one piece
             never the type you could fork up and eat
so I think it'd be pretty right about now
while it's gone, if I could
                wrap my hands around your shoulders
                whisper lyrics into your ear
                        carve a space in the air for my legs to fit
                        around your waist just right

quiet falls on the tip of my tongue
don't you think I was made
            to listen,
            to hold things that I can't explain
and don't you think
            that I was just made to
write you into fifteen different poems about

                                                                        love?