I fondled years of rejection and desperation before I came across you
And I had no hands free with which to fend off your smiles.
But so be it.
And because I was unaware that maybe is the new never,
I was learning new desperations and inviting different ways of being left behind
It could not be an accident that your arms were the first home I could claim after an age of being ungrounded
But I have places that will never heal because of your fingers
So be it. Tear me open with your loving and make me flee from any other try