Doesn't it make you feel silly? The way that love can make you teach a grown man about the way his eyes stump you every single time and oh, God! Remember that time I tried to tear out the thorns in your side and wear them as my own even though I knew better than to walk around bearing someone else's pain? -------------------------------------------------------------------- I cannot help but think, It must be terribly unnerving to be cared for by a poet. To think of all the times they stay up late writing metaphors for your skin.