everything about you comes in different shades of fog,
and the deeper we fall into one another, the thicker the confusion becomes.
"i love you"
-but which way?
"I need you"
-but how much?
"please don't go"
-but where do i sleep?
we're never together, but we're always
together.
i never know if this makes sense; if we make any sense at all because,
we're consistently, inconsistent.
Ironically enough, the most consistent, straightforward thing in my life is how inconsistent and jumbled we are.
and, part of me wants this fog to clear.
part of me wants us to be completely translucent.
but we're stuck in divine translucency that i continuously get lost in.
i'm scared to label us,
because it means i could lose you.
i'm scared to be transparent.  
i'm scared to see you with the lights on and my eyes wide open.