i fall into you. into your beautiful. into everything that you are, and everything that you've created for me. you've picked out the things you know i'd like, created a collage of truth and love. and i think i'm falling into it.

but sometimes, i notice the way the page rips. and i notice how your glue doesn't always keep your picture stuck together. and i see how you so desperately try to cover up the fake roses you used, because you didn't feel like pricking your finger for the real one.

maybe i should keep a rope and a ladder, for the next time i see you