the concave in your chest
is where my hand is meant to rest
when i put my head on your shoulder
and you wrap your arm around me.
that's what it was made for.
ears are meant to hear "i love you"
whispered in them
when your lips are close enough for any reason.
i hang on your every breath for that.
other girls were put on this planet
to remind you that you have me,
not how much more they are than me.
my extra effort in myself is intended
for you to notice and say something about.
just like a little note, could be returned.
i don't always cry to make you feel bad
but for you too hold me.
the silence we sit in after we get into it
after i conjure enough to put myself out there
is meant for you to say something profound
like reassurance, clarification, or your turn on the floor.
it was made to be broken.
