Choked by all your curls, happy dead laughter.
I swallowed my answers.
so now, sitting, nothing.

I’m going to disappear.  
Call upon some happiness, trap it in a bottle, spoon it whilst the world fades, 
clutch it in your dreams. 
don’t let go -lest you succumb to tears. 
don’t lessen your grip. 
Ow, 
The ground is hot, hot hot hot. 
Laughter. 

I’m sorry, was my grip too tight, or something along those lines. 
It’s okay, because I feel I shine under your touch,
And what the fuck, 
I haven’t felt that before. 
What the fuck. 

Swept up in it all, It’s silly. 
I’m silly. 
Ya’ big silly head. 
I can’t believe you dreamt of, 
no. 
I can’t even write it. 

Here goes.. 
sharing dreams, and beds, comfort, and forgetting nightmares, love that wouldn’t dwindle. Waking to your smile, jokes, and laughter, dancing, connection, conversation, your eyes, making love. Happiness. Happiness?
How corny. 
Soppy. 

Death to the romantic fool in me! Death! Die Die Die!  

And I wish I’d let you have me. 
On the bed, face wet with tears, did you want to cry too?