i can feel myself slipping

into your embrace

it’s scary when you leave.

please don’t.

i want you to stay.

i don’t say that often. i don’t say that ever, really, but here i am, making magic all over these pages like i always have.

my brain washes away those that came before.

i like that feeling

i like the escape

i like what happens

inside

when you hold me

i like to think you were nervous

i like to think you weren’t quite sure what to do

i like to think i know you

i like to think i won’t need you to come back

and i like to think that you

and i

had a good time

a pleasant one

a memorable one

and that good time

cannot ruin me.

none of you can ruin me. may i learn to prevent you from doing so, so that i (yes i) can

live