Here. We. Go.

We are quiet lovers, free in the streets. We hold hands under tables, and make love in the light. We carry each other’s secrets along with the weight of a world. We hang onto hope, dangle on dreams, we sleep in the clouds and string together our seams. We fight for the good, bury the bad and fix the broken. We’ve learned to strip the lies, fish out the sadness in our eyes. My love, with you I have grown. With you, I found a home. In your arms we formed a shelter, in my limbs I tangle you before you tear. Every word I kept locked in my throat, you’ve heard, you’ve read. Every moment I dread and fear, you make sure to be here. You fall, I bruise. I cut, you bleed. We are a single soul split in two.