The twist of vines around our throats Chokes me Thorns piercing skin From the inside out The barbed wire fence that separates our thoughts Can be melted If we just let ourselves be. To let go of the stubborn rocks we throw. To bite our tongues until they bleed. To remember those small moments that are sometimes so painfully overshadowed. Like a hand on my shoulder in the freezing wind. A love-soaked note. A blistering stare on my cheek. A plucked song filling our house. A book of scraps of memories that I try not to let fade. The feel of your hair in-between my fingers. A collection of subtle smiles that I find myself searching your face for. The hope that I’ve been the cause of them. A head resting on my leg when there are no words readily brewed that will make this better. And this burning heart I still get every time I think about my love for you. The way my eyes strain through the blur to type some pitiful words in an attempt to give you something. Anything. I’d cut my own heart open wide and let it pour over your body if it would give you a glimpse of what’s inside me. When we sit with quiet lips in our woven tapestry of photographs, coloured cushions and blue chairs, I can never help feeling a soft blanket of content. It truly is home. And it’s not because of glass jars filled with sparkling lights or books hinged in between wooden panels. It’s the human that shares the space with me. The person who I want to be better for. Who can still set me alight without a word. Who I'd die without. No matter how mute you feel I am, or how stale some of our days are, please remember that my heart never stops burning for you. You were right when you muttered the 'if only', laying in cold sheets under clouds. If only I could spill my love from my throat and drown you with it. If only you knew what I'd do to see you smile at me. I'm sorry I don't try to show you enough. But I love you. Always.
