my eyes are sea-salt bombs,
ready to go off,
at any moment

the thought of you,
the switch, that
sets me off.

it's funny how
things happen when
you never expect them to,

falling in love,
falling out of it.

is it selfish for me to hold on just a little longer?
so that when I lose him,
and I will lose him,
I know I am losing all of him.
So that I know,
we had no other choice.

I think of pain,
as a mouse.
It finds it's way into
your home, your heart.
And you try everything
to get rid of him.
Set all the traps.
The mouse simply
avoids them.
He finds a corner,
never seen or heard.
We forget it is there.
Make peace.
Then one day,
something happens
to bring it out.
A ripe cheese.
A photo.
And the cycle repeats.

I forget that my thoughts
are not public
sometimes I wish I could
broadcast them on the radio,
but only for you

because if you knew how
much of my mind you occupy,
I like to think you would be pleased

I don't know how to tell you
that you have become one of
my favorite parts of the day

that I love thinking of all the
ways to make you smile

I imagine what it would feel like
for you to touch me in the dark,
I wish you would

or that I fear, that you think
I never think these things,
and I worry, that one day soon
you will stop thinking of me

Be mine, be mine.
You, over there.
With strong hands,
A gentle smile.
Will you be mine?
No, you don't know me,
But you will.
Every part, if you want.
We could be soul mates.
You don't believe in them?
Me either. I was joking.
Will you still be mine?