I was witness
to that last real breath you took
to the last time your cheeks had colour in them
I also witnessed
that time you became a statue
in the park of abandoned Soviet Monuments in Budapest
How I loved your immobility
your inability to change
the way your eyes became grey and your cheekbones
always sculpted by the edge of a razor
would never droop
I was witness to the spell a city cast on you.

ecause this inhibition/hesitation starts as something you find cute, charming, whatever

6 months from now it will prohibit your feelings for me from maturing

effectively stopping the progress of our relationship

and thus acting as a catalyst for the doom of "us"

bahahahahahahahahahaha

honey

there is no way Im falling out of love with you

I could write a psychology paper on this

your neurotic behavior?

10:02pm

no!!!

well that too

catalysts for breakups

just like the human body can be broken down into the smallest singular moleculues so can the end of relationships

I just want you to love me as much as you possibly can
all the love you can muster

I remember how scared I was to tell you I loved you
I thought I would get lost in the words
forming in my mind
swelling in my chest like the ocean, those waves, that foam that could drown it out in my lungs
thankfully it was rather cold that day
and since my lips were so cold it was difficult to form the words
that we both knew were coming
but I was scared to blurt out because it felt too soon, so soon, and perhaps insincere in its delivery
I was bashful.

we can do anything
I can
with you
invincible yet invisible
the likelihood of those two words together
as unlikely as our ability to do anything
past the imagination boundaries of our minds.

the moon leaves imprints
dusts of fairies
on my shoulder
tan lines from its bright saucy nature
that interior glow so reminiscent
of an atomic explosion
that blisters and scars
angry red welts
no rather
this is like the freeze the doctor uses
the rich dermatologists
burning out your warts
creating bruises
deftly shadowing the inner crooks of your arms
that light fails to reach
and is soft to the touch
of baby bottoms