woke up in a circle of your icy sweat. ironic after a night that made me drip
heat
leaving you scares me so i try to slip away unnoticed but i always kiss your eyes before i go
and i always love you most
the only one i have ever spared from the
brutality
of my indecision
as it turns out, brutality ***** and the look on your lips when you asked if we could be forever eliminated any chance of that anyway

i would win a staring contest over a man with no eyelids for you

the thing about love is that it makes
my
spine straight
my path clear and it came the second i stopped needing it