Will you fall in love with my words?
I know you're not a stranger to deceit but perhaps we're already past that milestone. It's been years, won't you come on over?
It's like the drip drop pattering of rain on a dreary Monday when the glass of your windows is covered in tears that fell from the sky and you've never felt more alive than this, that the night
When we first met as equals and you were no better than me I could trace your life down your jaw and your smile by your eyes and hear your hurt in your laugh
What is it? When you feel like this?
When your heart knocks against your ribcage and you're filled with relentless ecstasy
And your handles tremble like leaves in autumn and your eyes dart around anywhere other than where your eyes are pulled
To seek out your fragile soul, buried deep inside you
And twist out the slow deliberate movements
as I brush away something from your face
But that's all there is. That's just it.
What is it? Surely not love. We could never love.