Bash

I. Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password. We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters, Like children building tree houses. Our love is serious business. One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string. When I hesitate to hold your hand, it is because to know is to be responsible for knowing. II. There is no clean way to enter the heavy machinery of the heart. Just jagged cutthroat questions. Just the glitter and blood production. III. The truth is this: My love for you is the only empire I will ever build. When it falls, as all empires do, my career in empire building will be over. I will retreat to an island. I will dabble in the vacation-hut industry. I will skulk about the private libraries and public parks. I will fold the clean clothes. I will wash the dishes. I will never again dream of having the whole world.

The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.

You are the moon and you are the stars, you’re so much more and the sun above, you are meant to light my path, you are meant to guide me through the dark, you are beauty and you are grace, you are so much more than a pretty face, you are bright and you’re complete, you are full and what I need.

I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.

Are we feeling the same?