From Behind

You're a jagged pill 

tearing apart my insides,

But I swallow you anyway because

I'm addicted to the way your shoulder blades feel

underneath my hands.

You're an iron mountain 

screwing with my compass,

But I climb you anyway because

I love to admire the back of your neck 

when you're not looking.

I'm supposed to fall for someone

who loves all the things about me that confuse you,

But the skin behind your ears

is so soft when I touch it.

I could say I never want to see you again
and you could walk away,

But then I'd be faced with 

the silhouette of you from behind.

So I'll climb that mountain 

and swallow that pill forever 

If it means I can keep running 

my hands down your back 

when you hug me.