Tuesday, April 14, 2015

being in love with you feels like the default setting in my life now. if i turn the lights off, you'll be the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. thinking about you seems like the most natural thing to do. i don't know now if to me, you are love or a habit. 

you've hijacked all the corners of my poetic memory. there hasn't been space in there for another person for years. i don't know how to overturn the box, shake every association of you out, and start over. it's confusing to be with someone else because when i close my eyes before i go to sleep, it's not him i think about but you. everything else seems superfluous, a phase. even if they're the tectonic plates, you'd be the inner core. your constantness inside of me. it's confusing.