nights take passion forth into an abyss of hundreds of arms swirling under the weight of bodies yearning to connect
your destruction came in moments, you fell beneath them and growled, you were the rabid beast hiding in my closet or behind my bathroom door waiting to spring,
and you and i, we fell for each other like children, we fumble in the dark like teenagers, we talk through every movement like we've known this dance for years, years, years;
my hands, they're too small to spread over your heart like i want them to. your hands, far too big to cradle my face between them like you meant them to.
we make it work in the darkest of ways, the black hole in the floor of our bedroom opening up to swallow us whole.
paper cuts and trails aside make a wish and hold it tight, this time we'll try our hardest not to try --