i might have been in love. i know the feeling that fills the space in my chest. the parts that used to be hollow became parts that beg to be recognized. everytime that you do something–even if it is nothing more than ordinary–some parts of me unhinge from my body itself. i often find it coming near you, though. these hands want to hold your waist closer and just stay there. these legs want to burrow between yours because there it has found the warmth. this heart wants to be with you, anywhere and everywhere. i want to live in your body's crevices and nooks. i've come to memorize every line in your face, every battle scars you had after fighting yourself, every side of you that even you didn't know. i paint you in my dreams, i remembered. i dream of you so often i know you find yourself weak and hard to love but i want you to know that you could shatter me any second you feel like doing so. that is the scary thing about being in love that i didn't realize before. i handed you enough power to break me without any second thought and here i am, hoping that you would pick up pieces of me. it may hurt a little but please, bear with me.
