it's the earthquakes i fear, love
we may be imperfect
—perfectly, might i add—
and that is what scares me,
keeps me up at night
thinking of things and where
they could go wrong
this journey, these fault lines
we keep on traveling,
i fear myself
because of my imperfections
—perfect in every way, i might add—
and that makes me wonder
how long before
i desert the chasm
and how long before
i let go of your hand?
love, we know this road
for as long as we breathed
—thousands of farewells
we lived through
perhaps, thousands of
failed love, too—
we know how it hurts
how the fall into a bottomless chasm
—lost, cold, hungry—
we know how that feels
we know this road but
we still choose to tackle it
every day—one day at a time
—slowly—
hand in hand
so it makes me wonder
how long before the earthquakes
shake our journey again?
how long until one of us lets go?
i am scared to be hurt again
or to hurt someone again
i am scared to be left alone again
and to leave someone alone again
where do we stand, now, love?
on sinking sand
eating at our very souls
but a promise is a promise
—we will sink together
or possibly rise, too—
there will be no regrets
because I get to end
or live with you
but, love, I can't erase the fact
it's the earthquakes that I fear
and that I am willing to brave chasms
just so I can keep being with you
YOU ARE READING
where we stand
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