I do not know how to open the fan
of this life and snap it shut tight. I want
the knots to all lynch fast enough,
someone to kiss me hard enough, deep
enough, and for good.
She asked, ‘You are in love, what does love look like?’ to which I replied, ‘Like everything I’ve ever lost come back to me.’
Nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
(via A Poet Reflects)