“Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant.
They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite person.
They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream.
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did.
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
They will unbutton your shirtand read every scar every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being
then walk back home.
The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.
I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me carved on a seat.
“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.””