i remember your sinewy frame as it curled itself around our recently bought cheap marlot, hours before these rib cages overlapped for the first time, and i could feel your heart and count its pace like seconds between the flash of lightening and the irreversible boom of a thunder strike. we become intertwined because we cant help ourselves, and so it goes, that remorseless havoc of our human calamity. an ever more reckless expansion of the futile human heart, which will certainly ruin me someday. i'm not as fucked up as i come across, but i still wish for you to make me want to be something better. i wish i hated, and i wish i fought, because loving leaves so many people emptier the morning after.
