I am
d
ru
nk
and I think I
could start
a fire with
the way you
have forced
me to feel
about you.
I just want
to hurt you is
that normal,
to love someone
so much you
start to hate
them? Please
come back.

And
just

the whole time you
were talking I was
watching your hands
and thinking about
how I'm going to
miss the way your
fingers drum on
your knees and
always make their
way over to me and
start a beat on every
surface of my skin.

I can't do this.

But we are
simply
not made
to only see
each other
when we
wake every
morning.
I've lost
you.

If "settle" wasn't a bad
word I would tell you
all the time that it's what
I want to do with you.
Because your voice is the
only one I want to hear
humming in the kitchen
when the sun is barely
awake. You are the last
person whose quirks I
want to learn, whose
mouth I want to memorize
the taste of, whose body
I want to call my own.