if wishes fell like rain

then i am certainly a storm

for the way you speak

senteniously

i don’t often need to ask for a word’s definition

you tell me you adore my brain

the way my words flow like water

“so smart, so well spoken” you tell me

i wish i’d received this

this form of love

i wish it had come sooner

i wish i hadn’t spent years

needing to elucidate

what i was attempting to convey

was washing so far

over the heads of past lovers

old friends turned foes

taking my education as an attack

taking my beliefs as hatred

i wish i’d known love could be soft

i wish the feeling of your hand

gently squeezing mine

to relax my anxious demeanor

hadn’t come so late

i wish you showed up before i crumbed

i wish you healed my phlegmatic mind

before the years i wasted

being overwhelmed by the hurricane

i wish the person i was before you

could meet present me

“he is so wonderful” she’d tell her

kind, and funny

he cares about what we have to say

listens intently to each syllable

he adores your vocabulary

and has never called you pretentious for using it

he’s what you’ve always wished for

the storm has calmed now

as have my thoughts

the storm that once thrashed

now trickles