if you decide to leave,
just know that I will
never again take a cool,
sharp breath or feel
a petal between the
tips of my fingers,
i will be too soaked
by the backfire of my
own words and the
direct cut from yours
to sigh and release
these demons you
helped wrangle last
summer. it was a low
point, sure, but I still
loved every minute
of our struggle and
if I was given the choice,
i’d still pick the July
with you on the too
hot lake and hot nights.
it's a motion picture
in the back of my head,
so if you ever see my
eyes roll back, don't be
caught off guard. It's
just a side effect of

You And Your Touch.