I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time

They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop

I love you beyond

It was the month of the year,
The day of the month,
And the time of the day.

When secrets are spilled,
And stories are told.
She told me her secrets,
And every stories she was told.

I told her mine,
But then she whispered and said,
"Let me tell you a secret.
I'm not good at keeping one."

- Juju