In and out like a shoplifter, my breath is that of lava and emeralds I liken to a shapeshifter. My heart burns for you, the everlasting saga of interest and ignorance. your eyes intoxicate me. evergreen and eucalyptus. lie on my pillow I miss your fragrance. I stretch in the mornings with too much room. I drop my love bombs to a silent boom. As heartbreak hastily looms, I writhe. Why do I even try?