I hate it when you use words like “let’s try” or “we’ll take it slow.”
As if we haven’t already screwed each other up, as if we don’t
have scars, scorch marks and blood beneath our fingernails.
Romanticizing forever like we didn’t know the
sulfur taste of the abyss, as intimately, as infinitely,
like each and every hope that has drowned to it.
Love should not be a gamble to see
which of us is the most breakable.