"Lean back, fall into his lap

Blue blurred ceiling and

Teardrop eyes actually

Smile

Loving arms, loving hands

Playing with my pixie-short hair,

'What are you thinkin' about, Tink?'

4 days before he leaves and he

Should

Know

By

Now,

Instead I just shrug, can't trust these

Words

Elegant, but such bullshit

(I know he won't call me on it)

Curl up, try to make

Us

One person

With

One Soul

And one

Beating heart

That can turn around to meet the

Standards

I hold myself to.

'Don't let me catch fire without you.'"