See the thing is
I could tell you
I love you
In 167 or however many
Different languages.
And I could hope it would suffice.
Or I could whisper it
Against your lips,
Our silhouettes entwined
In the light of an alarm clock
That reads
3:14AM.

I have a sinking feeling
That our lips smashing together
Was closer to a car crash than romance.

It was beautiful in the moment,
As your heartbeat gave you away,
But the aftermath will be a mess without insurance.

For I don’t have the currency or wit
To pay for my emotional recklessness,
And I fall victim to my own mouth.