I can’t help but believe it all means something. Maybe little somethings. Not enough to make you sweat but enough to make me blush. I’ve been counting up from one and waiting on you to count for me. Much to my surprise, you’ve actually kept up. Or maybe it’s me that’s doing the chasing. Either way I’m not a fan of running. Let’s sit down for a while. Stay a few hours. Maybe forever, if you want.

I throw around a lot of words and I still can’t seem to catch the right ones in the right way. I’m hoping one day they’ll fall into place, or I’ll be able to sum up the reason’s I need them. My hands are on fire and I can’t even hold a pen, how can you expect me to pick a word that describes you? 

I’ve left thoughts of you on every street corner from here to everywhere I’ve been. I’m hoping someone else will find them and tell me what they mean. Let them figure out what’s waiting at the end of the tunnel, or the end of the rope. 

I don’t think I’m better I think I’m tolerant. I’d give anything to go back. Maybe I wouldn’t let you get away with all of this. 

You’re red now. And you burn everything you touch.