Bruises Bowing to Heartbeat

March 1, 2014 / 1:00 A.M.

I wish I was a map you slipped into the angles of your pocket

Something you carried like a future in your wallet

I wish I was that map you refer directions to when you’re lost

So you’d always find your way back

And when it’s time to leave again

I wish my name on your phone gets the most accumulated number of hours

And messages saying “I wish you were here, would you mind making me another cup of coffee?”

I wish you were next to me

I’ve been missing you like how my face misses the feel of that pillow case

These obscure eyes kept staring at the monitor screen for your photos

And these photos of you kept me thinking of that time you talked about the weird books you've read

It was like shaking the sun for sunshine

Or catching fireflies in the morning

Wishing you were only a breath away never meant we’d certainly not fire our guns

The red glimmers of my sun turned dreary

Like the bruises on my knees

You have once turned my poetry into spells

Spells that turned sane thoughts into insane thoughts of you

Now mind bowing to heartbeat

This is going to hurt bowing to adoring you

Like the moon adores the big blue dot it circles around

Like how preschoolers love cotton-candy and gummy bears

I wish I have invisible strings tied to the corners of your mouth

And I’ll pull it whenever sombre hits you hard in the face

I wish I could summon butterflies to kiss you underneath the stars as you open your lungs to breathe

more of life’s sweetest surprises

Know this, when dismal stints catch up

I’ll be your first mile away from where your heart broke a sweat