Please Come Before The Show

I break my heart on glass
trying to feel this love
Pressing my face against closed doors
In some hope of recovering lost words
I'm pulling at the walls
To see if they will feel my drag
And I can't cry,
because nobody will want me if I cry
So I have a million hours to think of
You and think of that.

maybe

They'll sit in the bright light
pondering about how many steps make the porch steps
when really, there are three
Or arguing about how many grass blades are in the lawn
when really, there are too many to count
Sometimes they'll even complain about the lack of sun to warm their warm skin
when really, its enough to just have the sun.

I want to go to Queen St.
I want to fall asleep in its overwhelming smells and concrete
Feel the people brushing past on subways and sidewalks
Hold its old air in my hands and let the music lift me up
I want to drink in the Horseshoe Tavern once more
Meet people with tall tales over cold drinks in warm hands
I want the city lights to fill my head until I'm dizzy
I want its antiquity and love to fall on me.

Love Letters

today is too early in the morning
you hit your knee up the stairs
i would kiss it
like paper hearts and pinky swears
press my lips against your stubbly face
though I'm more interested in the morning