Trip me up,
like I trip and stumble over my words when we speak,
like the roller-coaster loop the loop my heart does when you look at me.

Pick me up,
like the way you catch me when I feel myself falling into sadness,
like liquor in my glass at nights alone thinking of you.

Catch me,
like when you see my mind wandering lazy strolls all over your image,
like a fly caught in the spiders web but so ready to be consumed.

I'm yours,
a tongue-tied mess of blushing cheeks and fumbling hands when you say my name and a whisper of "I love you" like the first day we saw light in each other's eyes.