I remember thinking if I could just coordinate my thoughts and my tongue for more than a focused second I could tell you that the lack of permanence in our nature; the same one your lips relentlessly describe is the swamp sitting stagnant at the core of my anxiety You don't ******* get it I don't want to lose you
You sat with your hands wrapped tight around your knees like safety bars & hopelessly whispered "nothing lasts forever" over and over again into the chaotic sea of tears, I was emptying recklessly all over your bedroom floor I don't want to lose you
We like to watch the sunflowers lose their petals because it comforts us to know that the things we found beautiful when they were strong & whole are still beautiful even when they fall apart
I'm starting to feel like this typewriter that's tattooed on my thigh is nothing but a permanent lie because I've got nothing more creative to do than get drunk and complain to you