You know that if you touched me I would most likely dissolve.

Careful; some things are easily broken – like my resolve. The line between everything being as it is and the volatile fusion/fission of you and me colliding is no more than a word’s width.

I protected myself with the belief that there was nothing left to want.

That was before I saw you. Before I knew.

I can almost feel your skin from here – feel the current that flows through your hands. The gravity of you is making me heavy. So yes, I am falling. Burning up in the atmosphere. Parachute discarded.

This is not me being wise, this is me undone. You untied me with your eyes. Now look.