explosion

just like the way he has me physically, without warning, explode, release, splatter, collapse, mentally he makes me churn with no prior indication of what may be in store. two months ago, i asked him to marry me. two months ago, he responded 'not right now.' i still want to be his missus. maybe now even a little more. and it's not just about the incredible lurching leakings he inspires. he does take such good care of me.
puddling on your chest, that's me
more vulnerable than i thought i'd ever be
wafting through your nose i float
so many truths i never wrote
to fill your eyes, your ears, your heart
and tell you crazy, crazed how i can't stand to be apart.
he doesn't know the half of it.
sometimes, i'm not sure i even do.