psynapse

you are like the flame i hold close to my forearm. the pain is becoming almost too much too bear, yet i do not flinch. you are like the first thick, cold, wet drops of concrete that are poured into the tiny hole where i live. in slowly and calmly inhale and exhale, as the gray mass rises towards my head like quicksand in reverse. and yet, i do not flinch. you look so beautiful in that outfit, your hair all arranged and perfectly held in place. i can see right into your eyes. right past them. every corner. every dusty attic crawlspace you forgot was even there. and yet, i do not flinch. please don't tell me i'm in love with you. please extinguish the fire. please stop the flow of concrete. please close your eyes. please don't tell me i'm in love with you.