You slip right through crinkled fingers...of paper.
Paper holds the weight,
but how can I trust something torn so easily?
Because I'm drawn to let my world
revolve around you.
My heart spinning,
my stomach embracing gravity,
my head telling me, "Don't stop this time."
Because I'm drawn to draw you,
to memorize you as many times as you'll keep me.
We are planets;
meant to pattern around one another
so that we're never alone.
And I'm always missing you even when you're there.
Because I'm drawn to love you.
