YOU COULD KILL ME IF YOU WANTED TO


dear you,

from the moment we met, i was drawn, like a moth to flame because i think you could kill me if you wanted to, and i might even let you because i am that hooked. it might be because of the way your hair falls on your forehead and the way you dance and complain that you’re gaining weight and the way you make me feel so wanted when we talk. or it may be ‘cause of the way you talk and say my name and offer me stationary and accidentally touch my hand in the dark and come on to tell me you’re going off. but it might just be that you’re not like anyone else i know and you don’t act your age, or maybe you do and i don’t notice because i don’t act mine either. and i want to start something but i’m scared to and maybe i just want you to start something, anything, because it’s easier to go along with it than to initiate, you know?

maybe i just want you to like me as much as i like you. that would be enough for me.

love, but only in the earliest sense of the word,
me