We were on the floor like children
pretending bad things don’t happen
to good people
when you told me you were scared,
when you told me you were
lonely as unmatched socks,
shaken as a soda bottle of should-have’s.
The ocean had a brother that night,
you cried so much.
We took off our young clothes -
the grass stains and teenage party fouls,
the years we thought we knew it all -
stripped bare to the learning
what love has to be when bad things happen
to good people.
— And with that, we were no longer kids playing at puppy-love. || k.m.s (via oxytocinergic)