3am poem.

I promise that I wont wear that dress that is torn if you promise that you will have never been born. 

I promise I wont love you If you promise me the same. 

How am I supposed to love you when the shape of your heart is something I cant describe?

I stumble over the things that I don't know.

I fold the letters of your name and toss them away like paper airplane that they should be. 

When you open them up, you don't even know what they mean. The letters fall through your fingers, they way I did. 

Your spectrum is out of control and mine is stuck on violet. 

I drink hot drinks when its cold. I drink a lot more when you're around. 

One of these days you will be there and I will be here and we will know what love means.

But for right now, I like you. 

-K