By Kena James

We humans place cumulative meaning on words.

Like how “I love you” can mean everything, 

and still feel unsubstantial. 

Love;

The ache that resides in my chest

The tears that swell, in sight of your pain

My air, the lifeline that surrounds you

My willingness to sabotage my peace-

for you.

The hole my love crawls out of.

We bear the burden of love

and search where to disregard it,

Yet, pick up the pieces of any we can get

But love isn’t enough.

What do I say when my cup hath overflowed

Once half full, 

Now spilled

The feeling you cause me to emit becomes my peace- 

Of me  

This feeling only ever wishing prosperity

And to bask in your gaze,

Eternally.

…I miss a part of me without you

Me haces falta,

You complete me.

But instead I say,

“I love you.”