I'm prone to falling in love with a feeling, been known for having one too many and regretting words exchanged in the morning.  Walking barefoot lonely down city streets around the same time young professionals are waking to buzzing alarm clocks, pouring the same cup of coffee I'm pouring, staying in but staying out of it.  If worlds collided, which they're prone to do now and again, I'd like to watch you laugh, a cigarette hanging loosely from your lips and a million other things you do that I just can't seem to forget about.  My lungs clench tight to my chest when I think about it, the straight line of my lips when I read those words and try so hard not to fall in love with the screen... but I know I will.

Simply put, I'm not so cynical about certain things, I like to love, I enjoy good company, I trust that people are truly lovely on the inside.  Surprised by the fact that nothing shocking is happening at all.  Waiting by the bedside table with a cup of lukewarm tea and a crooked smile, I'll be up before dusk.  Not so graceful right now, a mess of feelings tripping over each other inside of me, I'm choking on the words that I know I can't speak to you.

It's fear that's keeping me out of love.  It's criticism that's keeping me in a cage.  It's notably my most underrated personality trait - I trust and I forgive, I give till I'm empty and then try to give more.  I just want to wake up to that face, and I know that is too much to ask.  I don't want to sound crazy, but I can feel your hand on mine.