It’s quite easy, really.
I just string words with your name across them and they become wonderful
Write letters in dust and hope that my lungs pray about them, in tongues
Shift sides and still wonder if I’ll wake you on the right side of you.
Hold on to the envelopes and still ponder on whether to mail the feelings to you.

I’m confused.
I don’t know whether I want to fall in love or if I’m already in love.
You’ve made me question if my hands will ever be clean enough to hold on to your love.
I’m dazed as to how you’ve been able to stick around for so long.
I’m amazed at how everything I find so righteous about you, you can see as wrong.

It’s quite easy, really.
I just close my eyes, hands, tilt my head on my knees and speak in silence about you.
Open my arms to myself with tears on my face and script fairytales about you.
Fill up the pages of my walls with colours that smell like you and drive myself beautifully insane.
I swear not being able to kiss you before the sun does every morning would feel like blasphemy

I’m home.
Between you and your thighs
Inside walls that reek of your taste
Outside landscapes that are carved like you
I’m safe.
I’m held by arms that won’t fumble.
I like it better with my vision impaired though I might stumble.
It’s quite easy, really.
Falling in love, that is.
All you have to do is forget that you’re sane.