Heart becomes body.
I wish thereafter you would
tell me you love me.

Traffic cones piled,
a coffin in the corner.
Get me out of here.

Out of breath, your cheeks
sanguinary. Say you can't
do this anymore.

Screaming "I love you"
at the top of my lungs, but
you'll never hear me.

I will walk with you
until we find our way home,
no matter how long.

Stupid metaphors;
analytical? That's me.
I wanna be you.

I like your typos,
your flaws, the hair in your face.
Baby, you're perfect.