honey, there is love for you in my heart whether or not you want it. whether or not you can understand it.
I meet you in the distances, the frequent air pressure moments that make the fall apart so easy and delicate. and you are under my skin. holy and undeniable.
when the furnace turns on I can't feel it.
when the skin is broken my blood isn't about to leave this spot in my heart where it warms to the idea of you. the idea of what--
well, lets be honest. you will break me down into something you could tie up easily with shoe laces. Something you could ignore with a mute button.
But I am not afraid anymore.
I am just smoke floating in and out of window screens. Something that will stick to your clothes for a day or two, but you won't notice.
Will ya.