I will never get tired of writing about us
by roannemanio
I wanted a love that transcends the beauty of the moon
I wanted it burning and I wanted it to sear my hands
I wanted grand gestures and things I can touch
but that's not how we are
we still trip on cracks
we still lose the words we want to say and sometimes I wish I could put them in my pocket and take them out when the time is right
we still get anxious
and we still don't know
that's alright,
that's alright
we don't find love, we build it.
and I'm grateful—will always be—
that I'm building it with you