But what are two people who love each other anyway? They are two people who hurt each other. Because you can never promise anyone that you won’t hurt them.


But you can promise them that you won’t leave.

And we hurt each other. And we hurt each other over and over again. And we stuck around. Because that’s what people who love each other do. They hurt each other because they are human. And they feel the pain because they are alive. And then they thank their lover for reminding them that it was all real. And it’s all fragile. And it will heal them. And build them. And teach them. And they won’t leave.

Because that’s what people who love each other do. They stick around.

you just up and left and now
the dark is turning red.

i just need to know where you went.

seventh september

never once
did i think to retaliate.
to scream my life into
your open eyes.

linguists have yet to translate my
intentions.
verbal
cerebral
physiological
insanity
is the diagnonsensical categorical
conscientious
consensus.

play on
off
on
off
on words
doesn't even begin
to begin covering it.

whatever that
may or may not mean to you
tomorrow.

re
sent
ment.

what happens now?