a love story
An amazing thing happened today: He became my somebody and I became his. What I wrote when we first met: it’s cold outside and the bed is too large. This room is empty and it’s missing a night light.
Every time I close my eyes, I see the scratches from my pupils. Lightning bolts in my eyelids. The absence of light makes it easier to see. There are 5, maybe 50 scratches.
I forgot how much peace there is in contentment. Something is happening and I’ve no idea what it is.
What I wrote when we first met: Let’s never find that place again.
I remember trying to write love stories. Tried only because I needed to feel that feel. Feel it enough to stop feeling the feel.
Instead, I just got felt up.
Tomorrow is only love stories.
AKR
