phase 2 i have too much of a footing. i know that doesn't make any sense if you're a mountain climber but it means the world if you're a ballerina. i'm not trying to get anywhere, i just like to move i don't want to be married, i want to make you tea with blackseed oil every morning for the rest of your life i want to touch you without noticing i needed you i want to touch you the way you touch me when your hand wanders over to mine when you're distracted in the car i want to touch you the way i touch you when my toes curl over yours by the coffee table when you grade papers and i pet your cat i want to come apart at a cellular level the way i fall into pieces when i wake up to find you looking at me like i'm made of magic i want to hear all the things you're afraid to say because they're always, always shy and sparkling like you kind of lose yourself inside me as though i were pulling teeth but when you're upset they flow out of you, you break your bones your furniture and our hearts when you're upset i miss you, you beautiful oblivious boy and i hate that i can see when people want you i don't want to be a social butterfly not without you |