Sometimes u think,

He means more to you than life itself,

The way he half smiles

& the way you break in two

But you've been avoiding bullets,

Trying to keep stitches together & hearts in place (when something a little stronger than you is trying to tear you apart)

He doesn't really know you,

(the way your fingers burn when he touches you,

or the time bomb t.i.c.king beneath your skin.)

But he tastes just a little like cinnamon & lot like cyanide

So sometimes you think there has never been a sweeter way to say