I am an experiment in dirty laundry and caffeine consumption,
and you are the only mess
that I have never known how to sweep under a rug.
Once, you told me that you wished my heart
might be filled with hummingbirds instead of stones.
I hope that you understand what I mean when I tell you
that I am itching to be a thief in your night,
but I know you are not ready for the weight of us.