You are the tapping of fingers on keyboards and keypads, striking letters to form sentences to dare you to love someone as hard as they love you. I dare you to run away, to fight and yell and cry and hurt and move on. I dare you, I double dog dare you, to love me as much in the morning as you hate me right now.

I keep pacing and tapping and backspacing and deleting and staring at blinking cursors.

I don’t know how to say all these things, how to put shiny new touches on the same repetitive fight. So Ill keep tapping and
tapping and hoping you’ll say something for me, that you’ll realize you live in the space between fingers and keys.

I want to stay with my face in your shoulder, my fingers between your shoulder blades. I want to take them away from these keys and put them around your waist, if only I didn’t feel like I’d drop you forever.