This poem is laid out with exact line breaks — it reads best on a larger screen or laptop. On a phone, long lines wrap to fit.
I want to reach out Touch the edges of your dress Run my fingers through the overgrown parts of your old braids As you fall asleep To movies You begged we watched together. I want you to see me Open my chest up Pull out my center ribs I get the sense it's too late It's always been out of my control Your love, my love.