I love you now when you visit for tiny tall tales and paisley sights, as time is inhaled, as I inhale night. But... Do you know what you did when you said while sat at the desk that I bought you, in the room of your own that I gave you? "Listen to this" and you shared Sufjan with me. What were you thinking when you were looking at my wide eyes smiling as Sufjan softly sang his songs of Illinois? What I was thinking when being drawn in by your pupils dilating was that I loved you and I loved Sufjan too. And... What were you thinking as our time tiptoed by and your desk moved and my days were spent pacing in your ex room? What I was thinking was that as you shared you were touching him and so as you shared he was touching me. So why did you when playing with the new, why did you have me be part of your start with the new he? You were strong and audacious but you were wrong to share his share with you with me. But... Sufjan still sings his songs where you once sang fast, happy folk twisting tongue but now you don't.