Ink stains on my blankets
And with writing on my arms
I sit in my bed
And think only of you.
You occupy the whole of my brain
All
Of
The
Time.
Darling, you fill me up so
That all the pages in any book
Could not hold my love for you.
If you were to die
I would die as well.
I think I knew I loved you
When the monsoons broke
And in the floods
You came back home.
Yes, my world was grey that day,
But grey like a comforting sweater.
Safe.
Sound.
We could run away.
I want to run away.
Run away with me.