runaway

he doesn’t mind standing in the kiddie pool, waiting for me to overflow my shallow mud with something more cleansing, like minted water. peppermint tea. apple juice. a new personality. he doesn’t mind because he doesn’t know me and everything is slightly bizarre but happy in the first couple months and i am not scared to wait for him to find out i am not happy and i won’t fight for him simply because he is he and i am i and we are each other’s selves. it doesn’t make sense, i won’t kiss him because he doesn’t know how to kiss, i won’t touch him because he doesn’t know how to touch me. he doesn’t mind waiting for me because he just doesn’t know.