We topple over each other with words of feigned innocence and hearty imagination because all good girls and bad boys do is fake and try to fix it, anything for a little comfort. I donβt care if we **** or fight with clenched fists and red faces, just tell me youβre sorry for making me cry. Stay and speak to me in rhymes from rumors on your tongue. Pluck the chords of my spine, play softly. I want all of your gravity. Hold the bow broken between your thumb and fore- finger, let's make an album of our entangled oxygen. Arched and un- touched, feel my lifted stillness. I want to love you but there's no time and this feels much better for now.