i long for space to fold in on itself with perfect origami creases to bring me to lay pressed and flat next to you, and what a beautiful intricate shape we could make with our collapsed space, learning to fold a home from disparate places.
The thought of you happy with someone else still makes me smile I will be happy with or without your arms wrapped around me So if we fall apart and I see you with someone new I will not shed a tear I will be that you're happy I will stay strong for you and your happiness that is the love I have for you With or without your arms holding me so don't worry about me if we fall apart.
there's a letter I wrote you with no address in a box beneath my bed and this isn't a metaphor for the time I spent waiting for you there's scattered words in my head playing like a broken record a collage of tired clichés holding just enough truth to echo the memories of you there's nails on my fingers bitten to the brim for every time your name's been in my mouth and I've tried to wash it down but something about the wiring in my brain has fooled me into believing my excess of love will make up for your lack there of