I just like talking to you.
About everything and nothing in the same breath.
About the past, the future, and ignoring the right now of it all.
The way your words tumble out past your lips
After I have watched your blue eyes retrieve them from your mind.
It's such a complex, beautifully broken place - your mind.
I ache to understand it,
To fill some of the fractures within your soul.
But maybe I just need to appreciate the beauty of the brokenness
And be thankful for the parts you choose to share with me.
Keep talking.