i've been having a lot of trouble communicating lately. it's as if my thoughts come too many too quickly, and as i speak new parallels reveal themselves, like a spiderweb spun up and sped up on film. i try to keep up, because i want to tell you everything, and my newly-numbed fingers fumble with the threads.
...but none of this seems to matter when i'm talking to you. you have a way of looking into me, right past my stammering, stuttering sentences. you read between my lines. you ask simple, patient questions. you give careful, honest answers.
and you slowly unravel this knot in my stomach.
...but none of this seems to matter when i'm talking to you. you have a way of looking into me, right past my stammering, stuttering sentences. you read between my lines. you ask simple, patient questions. you give careful, honest answers.
and you slowly unravel this knot in my stomach.
Prom date.
Ever.