flush my worries down the drain, fly away to somewhere new

i thought that if i emptied my wrist into your pasta, it meant you would have to love me forever.
maybe it did, and maybe you will.
but i was afraidafraidafraid of your atoms taking over mine until every cell was touched, yours.
i tried to tell you this but said it in passing, like i do most things of import.
i danced in rain and smeared forever across my heart
never scared in practice, i grew terrified in theory
but i knew that nothing else would do.