It's eh.

[shortfuseburnig]

Those
that set to flame so easily.
These
that soften at the grazing
of your fingertips.
These
that tighten at the sides
at the wag of your loose tongue.
That widen in worry
at the straight lines that are
your lips.
Those
that pull me closer
when these just need to pull away.
How complex we find ourselves to be.
Shapeless puzzle pieces
that fit together so perfectly,
but only after we've been scattered
across the floor.