It’s raining outside and I’m scared because I just might be falling in love with you
My heart has pleats on its circumference, not the kind on pretty dresses and skirts, the type that makes you wonder why it was left out in the rain, why nobody decided to return it to its owner
My baggage is a TJ Maxx suitcase I don’t want you carrying, I’d rather tear my rotator cuff than see you see me, hold me, feel me
My mother asked me what being yours is like and all I could think of were sunsets during mosquito season
Not knowing what to do next, but not going inside because yes, I’d save my blood but would I save myself?
It’s raining outside and I’m scared
Because I took you to my favorite bookshop, and now you know exactly where to find me.