I get knots in my stomach thinking about tracing lines from your nose to your knees.
Maybe, I'm leaning into this uncertainty crookedly,
trying to remain in that place that feels this good constantly.
I don't know how to love someone at the right pace.
Seems I'm always slow and sprawling, or colliding at a dangerous speed.
But, I'll keep trying to bend with you,
even though I'm blooming with bad timing, and deep breaths caught on the back of my throat.
Ako si Nikki.