you

I didn't see you coming. I was hiding and desperate....for life, for reprieve, for redemption.
 
  I was very busy recovering from destroying my Universe. I figured if I didn't ask for you directly, maybe a second hand request, maybe a deep guttural howl. Maybe you would come from the darkness with a cape.
    Maybe you would just sit quietly by me, while I went on with my life, tiptoeing around my tendency to ravage the world.
 Maybe there would never be a you. That was most likely. There would never be. A you.

   The curse of being alive is that we can't help but create. Every moment, Every Fucking Helpless moment creation is happening. No breaks. No stopping.
     So, there was going to be you. And I did see you coming I guess. Some part of me, some hiding hoping frightened creative part of me saw you coming. I don't know how there can even be a Part Of Me. But it's the closest way of saying "I was asleep"

  I ducked out of kisses until I couldn't duck out anymore.
   Like the ocean seeps into the sand, you were into me. And gone. 

Like a child, you stand at the edge of the world and promise every thing you have and don't have to give.

Like a child, I expect a promise like that to contain devoir.