The worst thing about anyone is being a child

and knowing everything about love

and nothing about the loss of it.

So when you’re two people

and the little things fester

like the way his eye twitches

when words skip through your teeth,

you think about the tomorrow,

how this is just a blip.

How love plants deep like

little seedlings in the ridge of your spine.

But you don’t even think

about watering them

with tears.






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