Fall in love
with the way he touches you.
Because you know there
are centuries of love songs
and lonely nights
and soft kisses
in that touch.
You know there are months full
of pain
and hatred
and hot rage
in that touch.
And as his finger
tips burn you
fall in love with the
scars it'll leave
behind.

Fall in love with the
way his lips feel
like cracked pavement.
Fall in love with the
way his hands are
calloused.
Fall in love with the
scratches on his skin
from when he fell down
off the half
pipe.

He is like sleeping
on a rock hard floor
and you just get so
comfortable you don't
realize there are
rocks sticking into your
back.

He is an itchy sweater
you wear anyway
because it keeps you warm
and you forget it scratches your skin.

His ripped up jeans
******* video game
assassin's creed
tattoo.
Fall in love with the way his
eyes are empty
but his hands
are always near.

Fall in love with the
silence he leaves you
with. Fall in love
with the emptiness.
Fall in love with
how he calls you
babe.
    Fall in love with
his everything.
    Fall in love with the
way you finally feel
content and faithful.

Fall in love with the
weird way you love
each other.