its not about thought but feeling

think about this:

 when i see you looking at me i hope its called
 falling in love

thinkthis:

  i love you a,
  so much that i would stop looking at you
  if you stopped looking at me

what???


i was dreaming this:

cuddled into you, paraphrasing
a lava lamp as it murmurs
into darkness,
brushing your skin with my knife
hand and the only thing i cut
is the fear that you will let
me go.

because i know that you care, and my heart
is ok, because it keeps its count by listening
to yours.