(no subject)

[daystarsearcher]

I am so afraid that you will ask me why
And I will have to say,
“Because the color of rocks, the cold of the air, the smell of popcorn”
Because these are also things I know without being able to explain.

Because my brain does not sing to yours,
Nor yours to mine.
Our bodies know a language, and our smiles,
But it is thin and my soul is starving, ravenous;
It is all nouns and my tongue waters at the thought of verbs,
Infinitives split boldly,
Soaring.

Because I am still cold at night.
Because you are warm, but
I cannot build a house out of your arms.

Because there is so much for me to do
And so little time
And then there’s you-
Will you make yourself a doll for me?
Shut yourself up in a toybox, only taken out when it’s convenient?
Of course not.

Because the world is imperfect
And here I am and here you are
And I want to be able to say ‘no’ without running away
And I want to be able to say ‘yes’ without saying ‘forever.’

Because I cannot breathe.
Because the walls are closing in.
Because my brain does not sing to yours,
Nor yours to mine.