Good times, hard times. Long times, no time.
She sleeps. She wakes.
I promise her.
I mostly beg her.
Can't stand the
perish the
thought.
Take me in, let me loose.
Let's just love.
Let the rest sort itself out later.
A gasp?
A pop?
A very tired sigh.
Why can't my love just make everything perfect?
Why can't I just magic away the pain and fatigue of a new world.
A world that should be exciting, full of passion and sweet, quiet smiles.
moonrises...
black feathers...
live unknowns...
Please love, only smiles, and soft warm kisses.
Let me shower you with ecstasy and envelope you in comfort. Content.
I fear my brittle heart will die after
every line of worry,
another tired sigh,
another angry retreat from my arms...
Can I do anything right?
Our love...
I believe in our love.
I believe it can headbutt through walls.
It can jump on ceilings.
It can dance on the ash of the old world.
I believe in our love.
But... I do believe
that I if I have to pass another moment
without your smile...
Shall I wake you?
Read this to you?
stay this insufferable arm's reach away and choke on my absurd doubt?
I love you.
You love me.
There is no-
There is nothing else.
So I leave this for you. A memento, a post-it.
