Your gunna fall out of the balcony-
containing my thought.

I cover my eyes, plug my ears.
close my legs. I try to sew my mouth shut.

"I love yous" are erupting.
starting in my chest, you look at me-

and thats it. the earthquake rumbles.
My tounge trembles. the stiches begin to tear.

dont say it. dont think it. dont believe it.

but my biology is changing. organs rearanging.

I think I love you.

I think things are happening inside of you to.
and when we walk down the street, men stare.
I am a magnet of attraction. and all yours.

put me in a little box, to do as you wish.
I trust you not to waste. I am yours.