Ali Guerra

You will be enveloped in the chase until it becomes too exhausting to continue trying.

so you turned your hands into razor blades
and held me by my limbs at night
pretending you could save me
by cutting me open.

One night you are two bodies shuffling around on the grass at midnight behind his house, and the next night he tells you he doesn’t see this going anywhere.

You start to wonder why you were so afraid before. All those years, running and hiding from love were such a waste. Maybe this can be a good change.