We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.

I had no desire to tell anyone I was in love. I knew and that was all that mattered. I had a theory that sharing would somehow take away the love and give it to everyone else. And I wanted it. All to myself.

Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.

The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

running with sharp knives
never got me so far
but running with you
seemed lovely