Love attacks.

It always does.

It’s red copper pungent in the air along with the sweet remedy of chance.

So save it,

Save all of the memories,

All of it.

I understand my friend,

My friend that is like I,

We both finding importance from the small things.

What small things exactly?

What exactly are those memoribilias?

I cannot decide, on his character, and what he keeps hidden from me.

So love attacks, but it’s a sweet attack, a love bite on the shoulder type of attack.

Until I stumble,

Falling regretably into their haven.

Their haven full of hair, full of teeth,

Full of all.

Love attacks.

Regretably so.