i want to  tell you

that you’re the scariest thing i’ve ever seen

i don’t mean aesthetics

i mean the way your lips form eloquently into a smile that makes me want to learn hypnosis just to feel like i have a fair chance at understanding how easily it is for you to cast spells on people like i stumble over my words trying to talk to you

you’re like an ice glacier where only the world can see the ten percent of you where the ninety remains hidden

i want to touch the hands that have held fragmented pieces of your broken heart, and kiss each finger. apologizing for the ******* before me and the **** ups i’m bound to make if you even give me the slightest chance at making you happy

i can’t promise i will make you happy

i can’t promise i will always say the right things or know how to make you smile or even want to at times

i will destroy monuments and landmarks with my mouth and there will be times i sculpt art suitable for MoMA with this mouth and times my lips meet the small of your back with this mouth

i can promise to wake you up at night and take you out into a thunderstorm

i can promise you gourmet meals consisting of ramen and chopsticks

i can promise kissing and ******* and anything that concerns my being able to touch you

i can promise you the moon, even.

but i can’t promise you’ll always want me

and that’s what scares me most