Heart on your sleeve

This morning I woke up and I could barely fit on the pillow beside the enormous heart 

You wear on your sleeve.

I keep falling in love and writing new love poems

Only really its the same love over and over again.

The same dance steps, the same sunsets and every time I forget the constellations that rise

But the stars are always there glittering inside me. 

I'm not mad at you, I just

feel like you cracked open your ribs, offered up the marrow in your chest and said

"Eat."

And I didn't even know I was hungry;

We are porcelain. We are the thin plastic trash can by my desk 

Made brittle with age and whenever I drop something in it another 

Little bit snaps off and I don't know how we're still standing

With all that breaking and imperfections.

We are fumbling towards each other with cold numbed fingers and fire hot mouths.

I'll lick strips of you away like melting ice cream and 

You'll drip all over my fingers and turn me sticky with all your softness.

I'm not mad but but you should probably do something

About all these butterflies where my heart should be.