Facts over feelings
Either you love the broken heart or,
leave it as such
but,
Don't break it more.
I am clarity and confusion
never enough and always too  much
too often you sink me in words dripping with tequila
keep speaking your beautiful truth
I tell myself
I fall in love with details too often
Trying to find ways to make myself happy
that don't start with you and don't end with you.
here we are smothering each other in I love yous
however
when was the last time I felt you place a kiss on my forehead
and mean it?