The Science of Falling

Love
Is an active choice.
Not
A passive fall.

The boy that froze.

He was always restless

and his foundations

never held. 

he didn't know how

to love himself 

the way she did.

So he remained wrapped

in the blanket of comfort

she provided 

until her fleece

was no longer warm enough

to keep the cold

from engulfing him. 

raining boys.

He wanted
to be a man
but he was nothing more
than a 19 year old boy
with buttons for eyes
and a claustrophobic soul.