and
I wanted to say,

"You could be my downfall."

as your accented thoughts
harvested into my brainwaves-
you had already waded through the water
to move past my shallow
and placed yourself in the depth of me.
I wanted to say,

"This could change it all."

as I tried to detach
from embedded transgressions
to remind myself of the impermance here.

I have been fooling myself.
The moment(s) I submitted,
was the moment I fell down,
into a sprial of recokining.

but
I will not curl into sleep
with illusions that can never, ever be.

For even if I called you my permanent,
you (all) remain my temporary.