I'm not ready to fall in love.
I'm not ready to fall for your gentle smile or
wayward txt messages. I'm not going to be
washed away by your sentences of lasers and
embankments, no I will not be swayed by-
brown eyes or facial hair! no, I will not fall
for it again. when your wishywhashy lips
share my cigarettes, I will not fall.
don't tell me about it, I can't stop it.
this, love. I'm not talking about the
idea of it, no. I am already waste deep
in handprints and window pain(t). (kitchen
sinks). somber but, hardly sober.