You weren't taught how to share, and babe, it shows. You keep your cards close to your chest, your wrists wound stiff, your gestures calculated. You need someone who can pull you out of yourself, demolish your concrete walls, blow your fucking brains out. I will unravel your petty defenses and erode away at your armor, teach you how to become untamed- how to revel in the unknown, get feral, get free.
You want to be loved but not seen, felt, but not known. I know you better than I’ll care to admit, I knew you before I met you even. This is not our first rodeo, not our first train ride.
I learnt how to swim in with celestial nostalgia and primordial longing, to do it with my mouth and eyes closed. Backstroke.
Your only demons are monsters of indifference guarding something much richer. Don’t let your cells retreat into themselves, don’t be afraid of invasion. I want to draw you into my canyon and answer your biggest questions. I want to make something of permanence.
My infatuation with you is making me feel stupid, so I am going to try and leave it in an open field. I hope the embers don’t disperse.