Please Love Me More

Breathless icicles chiseled their way into her heart
as she dug through memories and sand trying to find
a tattered photograph of souls.

Please love me more.

They eternally stood in the rain together, rain tracing away
tears and black and white lifelessness. They laughed and held
each other like nothing could possibly change.

Please love me more.

He spoke the words into her mouth and she suddenly realized
she didn’t need the picture of happiness
when she could create it with him.

Please love me more.

They exhaled together, lighting the heady darkness


I buy expensive plane tickets to
the far corners of the earth, thinking
maybe if I have enough plane tickets
and pictures and souvenirs I will
be able to paste my skin back together
and my scars will be consumed
by the life I have built around me.