Nunca hice muchas cosas
Siempre me quedé en las palabras
Por las noches me abrigué con libros
Y desperté empapada en frases
Nunca pude esquivar muy bien el lenguaje
Y una vez dentro de él
Nunca pude comportarme a la altura.

Afterward, she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
I want.
I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

Loving someone means taking the risk that they might fuck up your nicely ordered little life.