She broke, she unleashed like fluid, she filled me with all of her, and we fit perfectly together. But she didn't realize this: she lacks the yearning to feel, like I burn with lust; she breaks hearts unintentionally, while I hide from my past. I've never felt so Goddamn heart broken before my heart's even in the game. She had a way of diving head first, while I was scared to test the waters; she recites poetry, and quotes, and plays, and I stare in awe. On her bed, I'll lay on my back, and she'll lay her head on my stomach, and we'll have genius conversations (stars, dreams, politics, and people) as she speaks with envy. Angry is her most vulnerable point, and I've never seen it, but I want to: I want to tell her that anger is not the way to solve her problems, and tell her when shes in the middle of a screaming fest that I love her, I always have and always will, and I want to hold her, and touch her red face, and calm her down. I want to bring her down to my level. I want her to want to feel me emotionally and mentally. I want to touch her innocent curves in the most innocent sense, while I recite lyrics of love songs.