when i’m ready for you, you will know.

oh yes i hear you perfectly when our silence stretches and swirls like private jet streams and you must be seething, simply lighting yourself on fire from the inside out…

how these/mine surely sound like famouslastwords
(how i’d love to be famous for all my lost words)
and as things like stories go, take note:
you just might be my last.

so go on, stay up all night with your name-in-lights dreams
& i’ll sleep in the balance of poise and poetry
so whilewe’repracticingourhonesty,
please Sillysweet, just humor me —

i’m still becoming what you only hope you need.