My love

My love is a pink stuffy room.
You can't see through the barred windows.
My love chases you down narrow hallways
and stifles you softly.

Here I thought I was a hopeless romantic.
I didn't know how hopeless I could be.
Stay close for the next attack of panic.
Stay close.
Don't you ever leave.

My heart is as vulnerable as words on paper.
As easy to assail as an absent-minded comment.
It has broken and mended poorly,
but I have it and only it to give.

What a mess of conflicting signals.
A harmonious cacophony.
When I hear your height spoken aloud I am shocked
because you seem to tower over me.