Hands

The only thing I ever really knew about you was that your heart beat was always a few seconds off and your bloodstream looked exactly like cursive lettering.
 A little skewed.
 And at times that’s all we ever wanted to know,
 Because sometimes when you listen to good music 
your hands become iridescent and I can see your veins pulsating.
 There is love in the words you let in. 
The ones you let into your milky blue blood there is not much we are allowed to have here.
 But those words you sure never neglected to let push through.
 And its good.
 Good to know there are things that keep us grounded anchors and ex girlfriends 
We know its good like the good kinda vulgarity used in Italian films and the kinda language your mom uses when talking about her divorce.
 Simple…and a lot like trying to weed out the cursing.
 But its good in all the same ways its good we remember the first bite of pancakes you ever had and the way your front teeth felt when you got your braces off.
 Kinda weird And in the curse of growing up and giving up young well youll never forget your first kiss. 
The one you had under the stairwell with iridescent hands gleaming green with envy because you know if she were a rabbit well shed cut off her own paw and give it to you for good luck. 
Theres not enough of that kinda weirdness and love out there. 
And on these days? 
Yeah youll feel like the luckiest on these days.
 The ones where we recognize the beautiful weirdness as much as the unshakable nerves that it may not work out.
 The inside airplane take off of your heart KNOWING these fleeting memories may not make it till morning.
 And when its possible that they wont. well that’s whats lucky about it in the end. 
That maybe its not the hopes and prayers that shell come back to you, but the fact that you probably just need to get some more sleep.
 And maybe stop convincing yourself that one day youll bleed red like the rest. 
But for today,
 bleed blue while lyricists creep theyre way into your pulmonary arteries in days filled with good and weirdness,
 birch trees for stability and iridescent hands in case someone comes along with a need to see through.