[09/12/16]
I cannot love what I cannot understand.
sometimes it's a bit like opening your mouth and saying
—you don't know what you do to me, still
like it's two years prior
and i don't know how to say good-bye
and i don't have to
i'm staying tonight (and so are you)
the next time we meet
i will have forgotten the way you taste
and it will be so sweet
even (more so)
if you love someone else
that summer the cicadas sang
and peaches ripened too soon
too sweet for our aching teeth
—and splintered hearts
—and me
—and you
—and what we could have been