I'm violating rules never really enforced,
to have your voice in my ear while I walk down a hall.
there's a certain asphyxiation to attraction-
your throat closes up and your heart opens, like a flower, or a door.
I'm reading your words on a cold tile floor,
trying to disregard the world without malice.
I can't do sweet talk without a bitter remark,
but maybe your skin will grow thick, as your heart, is grows warm.
so we're both a little fragile, with a lack of self control,
but I'm missing you already, though I won't tell you yet.
I've had my ups and downs, people fade and I forget,
the glowing shifts and succession occurs.
well, from this pattern I succede.
I'll be honest, and I'll be balanced, and I'll spend twice the postage.
I have a fondess for basements, and apartments with dangerous stairs.
my star, it remains, burning brighter than ever,
but I am a collection of different shapes-
just because it's silly, doesn't mean it isn't true.
my pronouns get confused, but I know what I'm doing, as much as I can.
if you're in the room, I'll be holding your hand.
but there are no gutters for others' affection,
I won't be lost unless you want me to.