infatuation
i need to stop falling in love with people who i won't talk to somewhere between two days, two months, a year.
feel their lips from thin air, their words sink in my skin like ink that burns, give us wings; become birds the sun will melt.
when i watch you from afar, like i feel you, like a star. so temporary.
and then i feel your touch: my hands, your cheek, your skin, my head. oh no, i'm doing it again. my heart, your chest. let's just pretend that we can last forever.
and when you leave my sight, my side, then we're naught but two kids, not hearts between this wall of glass. we talk sometimes,
“it's been some time” — i say to you, but we don't touch hands anymore. “i guess” — you whisper, say. where are we now?
reignite the fire in our hearts, like i see you, like it burns. so temporary.
and then i feel your touch: my hands, your cheek, your skin, my head. oh no, i'm doing it again. my heart, your chest. let's just pretend that we can last forever.