there is something to be said about always ordering my drinks to-go.
always on the run. from you and to you.
from them and to them.
from heartache and straight towards it.

in class we talked of the polarities of water and fire. the irony of them needing each other for sustainability.
i closed my eyes and saw your face.
the sick ways in which love functions to put you out in blazing smoke while simultaneously setting you burning.
a final memorial to the heart that reconfigures itself to the pulsations of another's grip.

i am always running away from sanity and the insane.
a lover’s limbo.
water constantly ebbing and flowing.
i am washing up on shore, wasted and waiting to run back away from the fire lying in wait.