I was always quick to fall in love

With ****** knees, I would move on to the next, to the next, to the next

“This too shall pass” they told me as a crimson flood left me hollow

Wounds heal, scars fade, and the memories are long gone

But the spirits of those naked nights

Echo in the empty rooms of my mind



I was always quick to overreact

“This too shall pass” I told myself as the water filled my lungs

The burning sensation of the lifegiving salty substance

Almost too pure to exist in a world blemished by ugliness

But still the echoes stayed



I was always quick to fall in love

But for once, I didn’t get up