you are a love that i didn't ask for
you are too
you teeter me into sadness
you are a light i soak into my skin
i am only waiting for cloaking
i am only waiting for pale
if you were half
if you were yeast poured by a skimpy hand
i would open up like a tarp in wind
i would flow and snap, not be so territorial
you prove
i am silent
i can't throw my weight aside and dance
i have things to admire
my mother pushes me to you
does she know I won't come back?
i will stick my skull
into your chest and make a fort
i will hide and call it protection
i will become a brick