bathwater.

the bath lays three quarters empty;
i crouch, pulling in my knees, handprints of stardust
littering my body, i need you so much closer.

i.

i don't fill the white plastic bath, there's so much space; too much space. to the extent where i can only think of empty lines full of connotations that made me think how we could actually mean something. each thought is interlaced with you; your face illustrates how far we've come in this short distance of time, soft concern breaks into your eyes. until then i break down into silent crystals falling into wavering hands;

i'm falling in love with you,

but i don't know if i can do this alone.

ii.

dancing to heartbeat musicals is killing me, orange rainbows of cherry chapstick kisses, help me off this star it's really beginning to dig into my hips and suddenly i'm paralysed; maybe, this is what thoughts of love really do. break you that is.

iii.

i can smell your cologne on every single eyelash, i can feel the heat of the stars locked in your eyes, each one that goes stray and becomes a shooting star...i'm wishing for you.

it's taken me a while to realise, i'm not a princess and this isn't a fairytale.

iv.

and thoughts of breaking us into you and i, would kill me.

if i told you so, would you fix it?

we're not panning out like i intended, i never thought i'd

                                                                                   fall for you.

v.

as thoughts swirl like heat off of almost clear water mixing with white chiffon bubbles, each reflection just reminds me of you, my blue button holes, look empty without pepsi cola spilling into them.

vi.

i love how we're colliding,

we're spinning out of control faster than we know how--

i hope i can keep up[i hope my heart doesn't break]