I don't fall in love fast and whole, I fall in love with details - I fall in love with the way he runs his hands through my hair because I can feel each of the nerves hitting the parts of me that fall off the quickest and I can't help but see the irony in him leaving temporary bits of himself everywhere
I fall in love with the way he laughs so loud his whole body shakes and I see the hollow chest stick out yelling for release and swaying in a body too muscular to let it weaken
I fall in love with the way we're together, the way he becomes gentler as time passes and more passionate as the imminent idea of distance comes onward like a train on a track you can't, no matter how hard you try, stop, because this is ******* life and breaks don't exist even when you need them to
Maybe it's because deep down we both know this might not ever work, we both know each kiss goodbye could well be our last because I've tasted acidic empty responses and I've been burned so often by them my heart has been trained to expect another dosage every second guy, and I know that kisses are temporary replacements for things left unsaid
You can't simplify something complicated - you can't undo the way you love their innate refusal to tie their shoes by custom, their silhouette in the early morning when you notice those two scars on the side of their right cheek, their constant attempt to make you smile and feel like a kid again; you can only ******* hope that that train won't come for a long, long time
God just know, no matter how distant the whistle sounds, it's just a mirage