We see the word in shades not found in your ordinary box of crayons. We'll fall in love with the knots in your hair and write poetry about things you barely even notice.
It's not your fault if we're moody or silent, or if we stare unfocused at the words spilling from your lips. We've already fallen in love with your language and can't wait to taste the metaphors on your tongue.
We've counted the seconds between every burst of laughter and ingrained every single one of your smiles into our memory, hoping against hope that one day we will be able to give them justice n pieces of paper unworthy of you.
You'll play hide and seek with our words, wondering if you've found yourself amid the lines scribbled on the scraps of napkins that litter our rooms. but then again, maybe you haven't. Ambiguity is our best friend.
We have hurricanes beneath our skin, and fires licking the crevices within our chests. We are galaxies upon galaxies of swirling black holes. And we will dstroy you. We will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And you will let us.
Dating a writer is hard. Just don't fall in love with one. Then, you'll finally realize why storms are named after people.
