You make me want to put my roots down, to still be around after the hormones dissipate. I’m still scared of the unknown but I wish to explore your heart like colonisers looking for a place to lay claim, to seek you out like hands attached to a compass.

You make me want to forgive, to accept that all the others were kleptomaniacs who stole a heart they had no purpose for; that the pain was worth it.

You make me want to stay, I’m ready to let you get close; close enough to make me question whether I’m housing moths or butterflies.