"I'm in love with you."

A drunkenly slurred sentence,
sputtered from behind your knotted tongue
left me wondering if you let it untangle itself,
unfolding and adjusting
allowing yourself to get used to the words as they fell from your grasp
or if you wanted to reel them back in before they could creep through my skin

I know I should expect less of you
your bloodshot eyes,
all too familiar, pour heavily into my own
Slowly, I see less remnants of you
as they retreat into faded spaces of your mind
leaves me questioning if I will soon sink into that crowded corner myself

The words you said dripped like acid and seeped through the cracks
of the wall I so desperately want to keep up.
What I've done, you've done first, and many times more
The walls I hide behind, you walk through
and so I let you in, finally,
scared and shaken, curious for the mischief you will bring.