Love, let’s break us down,
into logical things, into probable things.
Let’s ask why our paths crossed behind the stadium that night
and how much magic your mouth put into mine when they wound up.
Let’s be ruthless for once, and analyse how far we can make
it might save us in the end.
I’ve had dreams where I see your back melting into a crowded place
You didn’t mean to- I know,
life just dragged you along the riptide.
All it takes is, nothing.
If you go,
there’s one good thing for me.
I will be free to become the worst thing
to walk this Earth.
I can let go the ugly thing in me
and let it burn every beautiful thing down to the ground
hounding town after town.
If you go,
that’s the plan.
Always have a plan.
I will consume us. Isn’t that what the astrologer said anyway?
-that I’ll bring your end?
But, you’re still here.
I’m still here.
If you stay…
I don’t really care much about anything else then…
everything goes. I’ll even grow a traveller’s palm in our garden.
But, for how long, my love?
If nothing else breaks us, our own bodies will-
we are a treacherous species.
Love, what would we do with ‘forever’?