you tipped my world into your axis-- gravity and such things that do not bind if we do not let them.
weaved--time and affection into a wreath that wound up around my neck.
(the wreath is pretty but breathing is getting harder and harder to do)
i didn't master patience until i fell head first into your orbit. I haven't still--but when you understand something it'll become easier.
i want to untold what i said--to swallow them back, hide them in between the crease of a smile; to cradle them--instead of giving them to you.
but i did and there's no regret to linger on.
(i have given everything--and myself still think it wouldn't be enough.)
take your time, i would rather bleed out than be a cage. and i'll wait until you leave--until you asked; cause the ball is in your court.
(know this,
i have made my choice when i dreamed being with you that night; warm lights--and smiling, in between your arms.)
"love isn't painful. what keeps you apart from it, is the one that's painful"
