Tell me something real.
Tell me how your voice shakes when
it raises too loud. Tell me how your hands
don’t know how to turn dirt into a garden
and you’ve never known how to release your heart
from that chain.
Tell me your favorite color is
the sun shining through the
bedroom window. Tell me how her lips
remind you of every good thing you’ve ever done.
Tell me how much it scares you
to hold her in your arms
and not know what to do with the love in your chest.
After you’re done telling me, go tell her.
She needs to hear it.