Aug 2
I want to love you.
I want to love you so open and earnest and unfathomably deep. I want to know the intertwining plots of what you want to leave behind and the sprawling horizon that you’re trying to build for yourself.
I want to love you, but where will I lay myself to rest when I tell you we need to break up? Which junkyard of scrap can I dump myself broken and bleeding?
I want to love you through every horrible day and shitty year. I want to sunbathe in your radiant joy and nestle into your silent peace on each good day.
I cannot love you. It will ruin me.
