late night conversations, talking this and that.
by now i would usually ask 'where are we at?'
i do it all to stop bad habits;
chain-smoking love, while in the background, rabbits
go on doing that which rabbits do.
she told me to exhale to kill off all the blue.
i am genuinely interested in all
that she has to say, but i hope i don't fall
too quickly, yet i feel like she would pick me
up off the the floor and in her heart stick me.
still, these are nothing but assumptions; we
still only know each other as strangers but see
much brighter days ahead as things unfold.
i might be too early, but i am so cold
whenever you don't answer back -
obsessive or cute? i'll let you answer that.
