Before you fall in love with me you should learn a few things,
like how to live in a shell of thunder storms or in the breath battered by whatever drink I could get my trembling hands on, you should make yourself at home so I can too
You should learn how to adjust your naive eyes to the darkness in mine so you can see what lies behind, so you don't become afraid and hide and in turn I will reveal myself
You should learn to swim in my silences, deep and cold enough to make your china skin turn blue and I will hold you in fiery fingertips until you're warm
You should learn to live subtly not only in my reality but in between the lines of the sullen poetry that I write mostly about you and I will promise you every word
You should learn to push back with every fiber of your perfect being when my thoughts get heavy and I push you so, so far away