He was a stranger, once. Before she glanced up and he flashed that crooked smile. The one that would summon her to follow his eyes and sneak off to where they darted. Dark corners were their playground. The early morning hours had their bodies molded together. Afterwards, her scratched cheeks and stained lips would go down.

But somehow she could not forget that crooked smile.

Take my face in your hands.

Don’t look too closely into my eyes

I fear I’ve needed you long before I wanted you.

Just hold on,

Breathe me in.

It’s easy to say I’ve been here before,

Swirling in your haze.

Somehow we always takes a different shape.

I only want you now

But I’ve needed you long before.

Don’t look too closely into my eyes

Grab my arms and pull me in;

Pull me close but don’t reach me

For the fear of what you’ll find.