even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
i feel like myself again. i don’t know if i should be proud or terrified.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.
“aliza, i’m in love with you”
“oh you poor, poor boy”
someone asked me today if i had ever been in love. i shook my head no because what we had can’t fit under one four letter word.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
i smell the rain and all of a sudden i’m back with you in the city. the city where even with sirens, thousands of people, and too little square footage, we made a life.
i’ve only ever seen a man as temporary. but with you, i can see my entire life fall perfectly into place.