to the one who...

to the one who falls in love with me,

good luck. or maybe i should begin by apologizing. because i know it won't be easy to love someone like me. not every day. not unconditionally. certainly, there will be days when every word our of my mouth is cotton-spun sugar, sweet poetic musing. on those days you won't have to wonder what i'm thinking and i will talk too much and my dreams will outstretch reality and my restless legs will cramp to go somewhere, to do something. you will have to tolerate affairs i have with the night, eyes throwing sparks, fingers trembling as i release the fire inside of me.

then there will be days when i clam up, say nothing. you will ask what's wrong and i won't know. on those days i will weep over invented tragedies, like how the trees appear so vulnerable, naked and spindly without their leaves. i will mourn the loss of the transatlantic accent and the disappearance of honeybees. but if i'm crazy, and i just may be, it's only in the best way. i won't hesitate to tell you how over the moon i am. how complete i am. how nothing made sense before you. how i need you, all of you, every cell of your being, every firing synapse. no pressure.

on all days, i imagine, you will find me completely overwhelming. but i hope you love that about me.