I wrote this poem backwards
Not fucking sorry at all
I'm not sorry at all
you know what
sprawling
like ice crystals across glass
the careless way they pile up
And I can only think of music notes
When I'm falling for you
There are those moments
on the daily 
I experience earthquakes
between stay-go-stay-go-stay-go
I'm vibrating
because I don't know how to go forwards
I am writing this poem backwards
the heat length and strength of you
like the longing of my body for the curve of you
the crystals that work in their own nighttime logic
trace the labyrinth of ice
fear misdirection
and I love longing
because I never saw you coming
I will write this poem backwards
The heart moves to its own beat
Can't direct a fractal
What can you do