there's a way to test your theory, they say it can start with a tongue
a corollary is a kiss, but your lips are much too hard
there are fine featherings of cracks but i know you won't break
you never were the fragile one in our packed-box love
i was never the sender or receiver, what then? both.
you never checked the mail, your bills were autopay
i can never stop myself, waiting for just one letter of you


shake it and hear the ink stains rattle against your forced words
break your promise with softened lips and try-again eyes
write a thesis on the complications of me not being there
do you know what pain tastes like?
i read volumes in your mouth
but i'll never read us again, your theory isn't my Law
and i've found another tongue to say i love you.