if i had to describe you,
the only way would be

inevitable.

you were always coming to me,
in ways i never could have seen until you were here.

you. you. you.
it's constant,
never ceasing to take a break,
ever pulsing.

I cannot escape
you.
I've carried my heavy limbs miles away from running my fingers down your back and through your curly hair.
I've cut myself off from sending you the thousands of messages I surely would have.

I don't know how to escape you.
you're inevitable to me.

even when you're gone,
and I swear it's over, for good this time,

I feel you coming back to me,
and I pray that you'll always be this
inevitable
home.

(a.g.)