You are like ****** asphyxiation
You choke me well of my words and bring tensioned silence
That is only wonderful after it has run its course and I can breathe you in again expecting it to taste different
I expect and I expect and I am impatiently patient
I bring things on myself
And then confuse them while I attempt to distinguish multiple realities of actions and words
I fall for everything
I shut myself off as to abort my potential failure
But then you say something that throws me off guard so ravishingly spontaneously enchanting thoughtfully
And I forget that I was trying not to care.