the unbearable simplicity of loving something you have yet to encounter. we are two figments in each other’s phones, it’s easy to love what you have not met.

i turn the heat up, and you burn out. our ships pass in the night. i don’t often serve my intensity, because it beckons this result.

i am on fire, and i shouldn’t have to burn out to make your bed. if my passion is unsettling, then our hearts are not meant to be.

you cannot contend with a woman like me.