I am supposed to be invincible
(and I always thought you were too) --
I should not love when you take over
I'm never sure of what is true --
and we exist between fact and science fiction --
Fallen through the cracks where no one can see
we are no longer afraid to love
Despite all this it may just be possible
(we are impossibilities ourselves, existing only in transit)
for us to fall in love
Stranger things have happened, after all
I won't wait to tell you this
(tomorrow may never come anyway)
and for once I want to be the one who starts it
(I am tired of being planned around
fit neatly into birdkid-size gaps
I will be the variable for once)
This time I refuse to run away
This time I resolve to kiss you first
I have no excuse for this one. May relate to desire to write fluff conflicting with refusal to stall plot for any longer. Still can't seem to keep science out of love poetry, although Max actually did say that at one point in book two.