you want me to write about you? fine. i will.

i avoid my feelings for you like animals to wildfire, sprinting somewhere anywhere to get away from the flames licking my heels, tenacious,

begging to be seen.

loving you is cracking eggs and the tops of cr�me br�l�e. its mining for geodes and working for weeks to burst them from their hard bed. you nourish and pull awe from my body once we break open and that delight is too much for either of us to bear.

you kill me. i cant keep my mind off you and you disguise yourself as narratives and haunt my dreams, making it so that every time my eyes open on a new day all that floods down is you you you you.

im obsessed with you and im so obsessed that i think not in a million years could you ever understand that depth. and maybe thats true, maybe you wont.

but i never entertain the idea that you might. and you might feel the same.

who can say if its love or not. maybe that gem will never reveal itself. but then again ....

our relationship is full of maybes.

i think i want a yes.