I fell in love with you in the way leaves fall to the ground in autumn. But with you, everything was just raw emotion or a crisis. I just wanted to talk about how i like my noodles half cooked, and how much i hate the feeling of charcoal pencils against paper and how i totally despise when people shower and leave small lakes of their body water on my bathroom floor. Other days; i wanted to talk about how hard it gets to breath sometimes. Take me out and shoot me, aim for the heart, iβm kidding but not really. I carry too much weight. No, no, iβm fine, iβm great. Does it occur to you; to want to utterly and completely vanish? No, letβs dance. Do you search for pieces of you beneath the paper and in between the lines? Iβm just being silly, donβt mind me. Iβm lost. But i didnβt combust or fall through the earthβs crust; so, i think we can only go up from here. Youβre a playlist, but iβm no player; so i leave you there hanging and, if you ask me, i was the coldest place on earth and you turned me into a perpetual fireplace. Letβs drink to that.


















