I am not a graceful person. I am definitely not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis, I fall from elegance with a dull thud and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe I don't belong around and among people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Sometimes I am terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
When I saw you, I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew.
