Green grass like the color of your eyes
It flattens against my back as (I) look up
And in the night I always feel better
(L)ike theres not so much to be done
But theres a lot to be thought
Like why seeing a full m(o)on on black fabric makes my heart jump
A little extra
And why seeing your face and teeth without braces makes my heart jump
A little more than that
And why the hands on the clock are still moving
When I am not.
Sometimes I think that the tiny blades of grass I love
Can compare to your timid hands that I wish
Would wrap comfortably around my waist
Like they did on the last day of February oh, nine
Hundred things I can recall in (v)iolet light
And though that night was the best of my life
I cant help but realize if Im not apart of yours
Then that day isnt, (e)ither.
( Y)ou and I know that Robert gets mad
And thats okay because I am just
Telling the truth like you never did
Which is better than lying to the one you love anyway
Even if it makes Robert a little madder than before.
The grass tickles my tummy which is going up and down
Like yours does, too, because I watch it
But that is also (o)kay because your tummy is calming when it goes up and down
And I hope yours keeps going up and down
For a long, long time
Or at least until after you leave me
So that I will never know
What happened after you left
And we both know what happened before.
Because sometimes you
Have to end it even though
You love the haik(u).