love is like a wrecking ball to the house of any kind of sensible thinking and actions, and any kind of self esteem
and i just finished building mine.
it was a small, yet sturdy house.
and i loved it.
when people came knocking there was no need to answer,
even the mightiest wolf couldn't ruin it.
like water seeping through the cracks.
i looked your way scoffed
putting a bucket under the floor you fell too.
but you filled the bucket up
and the next one, and the next, and the next.
till i had no more, and you flooded my house, leaving no scrap behind
at ease, but not intimidated i asked what you want.
it was then that you turned from water to flesh,
putting your arms around me.
"it is you, i want"
you said, backing away.
you slowly closed your eyes, turning from flesh
it was then that you became my house.