dear

wouldn't I love to pour my heart out--

dear you,

the chosen one,

you're my breath of fresh air...

entangling stories or

parallel lines, twisted once.

I can breathe without you,

I've been doing it this whole time.

none of it's written in ink, you see;

it's all smeared like it's accidental,

and was it? when we can't see the stars?

how I wish for you to look at me,

you--any of you--with a glittery gaze.

tell me it's meant to be?

dear me,

dear you,

what I mean is don't leave it unsaid.

I'll make you fall, watch me,

tumbling over and over and over,

or do you just look upside down

because I am?

wouldn't I like to be the one

entangled,

wouldn't I like to be dear

or you

and all I've written here is that

--simply--

I love you the way that I do.