It was too hot the first day we fought
roasting in a cramped parking lot
“record heat since 1909” they said
those who were smart had already fled

Rain hit the windshield
as if God himself, asked you to appeal
We made love with the windows cracked
love is many things, but mostly abstract

So I held on for as long as I could
not caring if it was just or good
heat can drive a man to do much worse
and love is just a misunderstood curse

maybe if i started being sure,

and stopped starting whatever i write with “maybe”,
then i’d be able to do this properly…
i’ d be able to tell you,
how you make me fell this impossibly perfect love,
that has become in a twisted way,
possible
for me.

i know at times i hurt you
but still you choose to stay with me.
And i know i can be the most hard-headed girl in the world,
imperfect,
abnormal,
and crazy most of the time,
you could have left me anytime…
but you never gave up on me..

and even if i could write forever,


it’d never be enough..
because i’d never stop writing about you..

I just wanted to fill my lungs
With corrosive apathy
And feel my ribs shatter free