I fall in and out of love with people all the time,
like at 3 am when your eyes are opening and closing and your head rests softly against my chest and you can't see me with the lights off but we both know that this is when you know me best
This is when you whisper softly
This is when the world is quiet.
I've fallen out of love by morning,
hurrying to put my dress back on before you wake.