And....But...So.

You're the type of guy who drifts into hearts unannounced
without knocking
without wiping your feet
leaving the door open when you go

And

my heart would beat yours in a race
when i'm next to you it races faster 
stronger
steadier

But

I am the girl who leaves her door unlocked
who often says goodbye
but keeps holding on

So

We are the blind
the hopeless
the broken
the last

-SW