I've fallen in love with you, which is akin to falling into a hole. An abyss, maybe? I've fallen into an abyss where my only company is darkness, and that darkness has wrapped me up in a blanket of safety. (I'm not really safe, because you are arrogance and sarcasm and jagged edges.)

I think you kind of burned out everything until I was nothing. Nothing but an empty shell for you to fill it with your eyes, your laughter, and a dangerous form of love that sparks through you like lighting a match. This love can only end in ashes. I'm not afraid to burn. Never am, never will be. I hope this flame burns bright enough for you to burn with me.

I was burned the minute I saw you. You looked at me like I was something special and I just. I just went up in flames. And, I think I'm still burning.

I try not to love the way the sheets fall off your hips. I try not to love the way the sunlight filters through the windows and paints shadows into the hollows of your throat. I try not to love every notch of your spine (and I wonder if you can see the cracks in mine where I've broken my back trying to keep this love from falling and breaking.) I try so hard to not love you, but loving you is all I have left.