We're all soft skin and folded limbs,
Our sour breath mingled in.
Young and not quite in love,
but I'll lie here with you until I fall.

As we work on this puzzle piece,
I wonder where it will click into place.
This fairytale may not end so sweet,
but I know you won't admit defeat.

Your blue eyes are telling me something,
something we silently agreed not to say.
I hope mine are not leading you astray.