Part II

I could fucking drown in the creases of your chest
or the lines between your nose and your lips
there's a genuine danger
I might have to cry
next time your fingers walk that circular dip
along my neck

People try for better, so I suppose i'm lucky
to wait and settle for something I didn't understand
in the hope it would turn out perfect
it didn't
but in ways that's the most perfect
I could ask for
ever.

There's a clamp in the back of my mind,
where I was prepared to put everything i'd ever thought of you
in the hope it might last- like fridge magnets - fucking ages
but with one finger poised to lick and flick through it
I stumbled upon
something that's so much more
than anything I've ever done

Words are the tiniest part of what I owe you
as sappiness goes hand in hand with sorry
In so many ways I'm sorry you're making me like this
but in so many more I'm not sorry
I'm happy.