I wanted to be with you
Until I really saw you,
that is, until I let you in.
And then, I realized
I didn't want to be your dream girl,
The one walking on eggshells
within the yolk of all that I am,
all that I was, and will be
trying to be careful not to wake you
from the state of reality that you reside in.
I'm far too wild for that.
My favorite form of reality is love,
the altered state of it
and you, fire,
me, water,
We start a chain reaction
with our thoughts
and it's never a good one;
because you say talk is cheap
but you fail to enunciate.
