diary poem

way to do w the weteyes
prepared all the tears my heart is half full and tired
moon knows who i am even if i don't look
at the sky an empty distance
me to you this a new night how i sleep
when warm body
a warning i would split my ribs for love
put a candle for you in lungs
to know which window i am
see through my weakness
surprise w the light behind yr eyes
i forget a healing pull of waves inside my ocean
show you what tide covers
small living stars pools of fish we catch w our hands
i don't know where i am going  to be
holding onto you and closing my mouth
around the salt and broken