I'll go if you ask me to stay. I'm weird that way. I'd like to be enfolded in your arms forever but put one finger on me and I'm off. I'd like to share a room with you, make a life, but get out the swatches and a puff of smoke is all I'll be. A wisp, an idea, and you'll feel silly and I'll have nightmares. But there's loveliness in wanting. Hope and expectation, our best selves, our best us. So let me be here with you for a while, let me love you. And tell me I can stick around and watch me run.
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