there could be someone out there
who says they love someone
the same way that I
love
you
There could be someone out there
whose tendons are bursting and
cell fibres are
ripping apart
trying to coagulate the internal
chaos to question everything that they
even do
wondering who they were before
they met you
theres no secret why god put our hearts
behind ribcages
because it would take something so unreal
and intense to dissipate those bones
and break them

there could be
someone out there who is holding someones
hips close for the night
someone out there who is seeing
a river through there eyes
saying goodbye
someone who is holding onto someone's
hand while they
die
someone out there who is kissing
another for the first time
who is blowing candles out
running away
watching a sunrise in a new
place they have never seen before
learning to read
packing their bags for an adventure
with someone else
there could be someone out there
who is giving away all their secrets and
learning how to trust
or looking back and writing their
stories bleeding their veins onto pages
of memories and dust
there could be staring up at the stars and calculating
just how far
they are from the one that they love
there could be someone out there who is
is waiting for 11:11 to wish for someone
else
or flying through a daisy patch
or making beautiful artwork that will never
see any one else's eyes
someone who is standing on the edge of a
balcony choosing between death and life

there could be someone out there who
says they love someone the same way that
i love you
but
they are
wrong.