These nights are meant
to be spent sitting on a balcony
overlooking the city and
its lights splattered across the
darkness.
But I will gladly pass it away,
over and over again,
to the next random person by the street,
for the sake of all madness that there is,
Until the rain decides to fall again
Until we meet again
or not meet again.
Until your laughter ceases to define
the kind of person I want to be
or dictate how long
I should avoid growing weary.
Until there is not much left of your ghost
To be found, though there will always
be more than enough
to be remembered.
You said some love we just don’t deserve.
I believe you.
I will always believe you.
But how long are we to endure,
how long are we to risk all that we have
for the kind of love
that doesnt deserve us?