We could have grown apart the old fashioned way- watched our love get old with the seasons. Maybe it would have left us in the fall. I could’ve written a poem about how winter felt without you.
We could have broken each other’s hearts quietly. It could have been sad but simple- you’d stop laughing at my jokes and I’d fall asleep before you even came to bed. Even if our love had to die, we didn’t have to rip it apart.
I want to go back in time and kiss our foreheads. I want to apologize to our younger selves for what we are going to do to them. I want to tell them to pack their things and leave in the night before they set each other on fire. Go. Go now. You don’t have any idea what is coming for you.
It didn’t have to hurt this much. I shouldn’t still be reeling. We could have watched our love grow old with the seasons.
and what I mean when I say this is
my love has teeth. What I mean
when I say this is we will feel it all.
There are so many things that bore me
like waiting in lines and small talk
with strangers on airplanes
so when it comes to love,
the only thing I know how to be
is full. You find yourself
in between the lines of my poems
and laugh at loving the girl
born with a pen between her teeth.
I kiss your forehead when
we are drunk at bars and you
are only a little embarrassed.
I never learned how to love halfway
and what I mean by this is I hope I never do.
What I mean by this is
we are going to feel it all.
We are alive
and we are going to feel it all."
To reach with words
What matters most
And how I fail."
and then there are some who
believe that old
relationships can be
revived and made new
if you feel that way