i love you
and your coffee-stained lips that set my system on fire
–countless voices telling me I’ll burn so i’m supposed to run
but i argue, i love you
–even your parts i thought i could not
your bruised knuckles, fingers that
reek of smoke and betrayal
your tender hands that cradled cigarette packs
when your feet led you to cold alleys and parking lots,
where you thought the pain could be extinguished in the November air
you were looking for something in the dark, polluted haze
it never came to you, but in its absence
you found something else

i love you regardless of this story i’d rather not speak of
as my life is already haunted by my own ghosts

i love you despite of the things that we are
and things we chose to become,
despite how I should remind
you constantly we are not defined
by the the people that we had loved,
who dismissed us as their mistakes,
collateral damages,
as if god had seen our names,
and crossed out their life resumes
what of it then, love?
we could exist beyond those truths
you’d be the wrong that is good
and I’ll be the risky second best choice

i love you although it is not sufficient
to heal us, to numb life
i love you despite how fleeting our moments are,
how i can never stay here or in your heart
i love you even if it can never be enough
-W.