Don't Stop ...down, ...Down there ...down where ...monsters, ...Run!
Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.
Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.
She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.