louis // 10.1.16 you push me out of my comfort zone and i fall straight into a pool of complete utter confusion you like me, but it's not really a thing, and i like you, but it's surely nothing because i'm vulnerable and you're plunging straight into the depths of adventure, letting the waves of curiosity and an extroverted persona drag you ashore only to be washed up and found by me you splash me with a sense of wonder, and a desire to search into your entire soul (which you don't even believe in) and in it, find myself, somewhere small but somewhere exciting in turn, i move my hips and rock us on the water until you take a chance only to be dumped by my lack of enthusiasm towards stepping out of what I know I look at your green eyes, a different green to the ocean we spent many hours submerged in, and know that you too are searching for yourself in the history books of my heart (they haven't written history books about the future yet, darling) because I can correct you when you call the indigenous peoples of America "native Indians" but I can't correct you when you say we're a perfect match you drown me in flattery and it seems, in reply, i've polluted your waters with clouded signals and i am sorry