you may break my heart and I may let you
I may run away and you may chase me
we may work and we may not
but sooner or later I have to start to fight for what feels right and not out of spite from the kiss of a perfect night but because you've become a light that somehow started to ignite a passionate plight that finds a way to be polite?
maybe you're the love of my life. or maybe you'll cut through my heart with a knife.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt