When i’m happy i could fall in love with anyone. I fall in love with everyone i meet, i love everything.
When im sad i fall in love with everyone i meet, but i hate everything and myself and its destructive.
So dont come too close or i might hug you, dont speak to me or i might kiss you, dont grab my hand or i might not let go.
When i think back to the good times and also to the bad, right now, part of me, kamikaze and dreaming, is as nostalgic for the lows, as bright and vibrant and as destructively beautiful as they were, as it is for the highs.
I have this urge to kiss you when we make eye contact. I contact. When you listen to what i say i don’t have it. But when you talk and smile i look at your eyes and then at your lips and i think about kissing them. One day i will forget myself and do it and it will get really complex or really simple.