We could let our love reckon riptides and waves of disaster but we're here planning trips to Spain.
We could love in better ways, but this is the only way we know.
You are a mason jar full of answers and I have always been good at asking questions.
My stationery drawer has six blades and I never used one to cut paper, only skin.
We are reckless because we don't know better.
We don't see how long damage can last.
We break and heal and dissolve like sugar plums on each others' tongues.
Sometimes I find myself swallowing our demons, because you never learnt how to give them up.
I know you sometimes dance in the moonlight.
I know sometime soon, you will be gone.
But please don't leave yet,
I'm still not done loving you.