Let's not talk about love,
no more.
cliche.
the butterflies
and those hopeful mornings
hand holding
and thoughts of forever.
Stalling at the door to see if he'll kiss,
glances of us breathing as we fall asleep
talks of constellations
and that moment when you're the only two people in the room who know that song by heart
By heart.
Bye heart.
My heart.
Let's not talk about love anymore.