the love letter

dear goat,
how does one fall in love? do you trip? do you stumble? lose your balance and drop to the sidewalk, graze your knee? graze your heart? do you crash to the stony ground? is there a precipice from which you float over the edge forever?
i know i am inlove when i see you. i know when i long to see you. not a muscle has moved, leaves hang unruffled by any breeze, the air is still. i have fallen in love without taking a step. when did this happen? i havent even blinked.
i am on fire, is that too banal for you? its not you know, you'll see. its what happens. its what matters. im on fire.
i no longer eat, i forget to eat, food looks silly to me, irrelevant. if i even notice it. but i notice nothing. my thoughts are full and raging, ahosue full of brothers, related by blood, fauding blood feuds.
"im in love"
"typically stupid choice"
"i am, though i am racked by love as if love were pain"
"go ahead f*uck up your llife, its all wrong and you know it. wake up. face it."
"there's only one face, its all i see, awake or asleep"
i threw the book out the window last night. i tried to forget. you are all wrong for me. i know it. but i no longer care for my thoughts unless thy're thoughtsof you. when im close to you, in your presence, i feel your hair brush my cheek whn it does not. i look away from you sometimes, then i look back.
when i tie my shoes,
when i peel an orange,
when i drive my car,
when i lie down each night without you,
i remain as ever,
ram