So maybe that last poem I wrote about you
Was a little much

Hearing you read your song allowed for me
At two in the morning
Made me feel stupid
But Jesus Christ the sound of your voice when you did
Made me think my whole life was leading up that moment

That scares me

When you meet a person who can make you fall in love with moonlight
Or the tread of their step
And not even know it
You have a few options

1. Crash into them with no plan of resolution and pray it won't end in war

2. Cut them from the roots and let them blossom far away, before it's too late and they're in your skin (but oh god, is it too late already)

3. Disappear