Birthday Poem

You're twenty-three
and I don't know what to write you
anymore
I stick a pen down my veins
try to draw out
a less sluggish version of myself
Try to find the love
I had defined.

I'm sticky with you, even now
your skin covers my mouth
I breathe you in
a pin drops, echoes
collapses my lungs
I freeze

at the sound of your voice
the things I want to say -
they won't come out.
Just an endless refrain
echoing in my brain, repeating

yo te amo
yo te te amo
yo te amo
yo te te amo