We are better broken by each other
There are so many things
I would love to relearn again. So
many things I would love to be.
It’s the feeling of thirst scratching down your throat and no glass of water can quench it down. It’s forgetting to feel hungry enough to want something. It’s trying to remember the answers to every question that starts with why.
Love with a love that seeks to build houses off your ring finger. Love with a love that fires up cold December evenings to that of a Summer noon.
I will tell you a thousand reasons why you should leave but if you really mean to stay, then please do.
So please do believe me,
when I tell you that it would be nothing
less than privilege to remain miserable
in your company.
Look at me, sweetie.
At the rusty stain of my dress
against the pallid color myself.