Subgame Perfect Equilibrium

My words call you to this place neither of us has been to.
But these feelings are old paints dried up on my bones
And I have wallpaper thoughts of you peeling off my tongue.
Like the pen marks on my palms,
I am startled by all the scattered, infinite moments I have with you.

I invite you to indulge in powerful words and viscous emotions, if only for a little while, if only for just this lifetime.