i met him on the sidewalk of sincerity when we
were both trembling from the overabundance of shallowness
in our lives and how we could not handle it anymore.
we broke, like eggs, over the concrete street and spilled out,
yolk and all, into one another.
on days where we walked down streets of tragedy when we wished to walk down streets of gold dust and utter love for one another,
we laid down in the middle of the road and begged for cars to come just so we could have the thrill,
the adrenaline rush
the blood curdling scream that came when we realized
we held our lives in our own hands.
we have become more than lovers,
but the art that gets thrown away,
forgotten because it didn’t fit right on the wall.
in our gentleness we’ve formed bonds in our veins that do not break when we bend apart.
in our eagerness to go deeper into the ocean we’ve drowned everything we wish we could shed off of ourselves, everything we wish we could change, and we
breathed in the other, soaked in the other, fell into the other,
No I haven’t lol
I don’t know why