paraphrased

k: he holds your hand?
me: puke. i mean, yeah. he does.
k: do you dislike it because you just dislike it or because you don't trust it?
me: hm. both. i dislike it because i distrust it. it always used to feel like bullshit.
k: yeah, i get that - me too.
me: it scares me.
me: i'm terrified of i don't know what.
k: you know what.
me: what? what am i scared of?


i am a thing on the way

i see you everywhere
your eyes on me
you're a watcher a thinker
i'm a thought
that crossed your
path in hope
a crisscross on my skin
marked that you met me there
once