I know loving you will leave scars
the shape of your mouth on my chest.
I know loving you is like an order
saying “do-not-resuscitate.” I know
the future leads to nothing but the end.
An end like every fucking book I’ve
read got it’s last page ripped out
and somehow they all end up in
your chest. That is how loving you
feels like, the long and short of
it, drowning in both happily ever
after and the bitter end.

*As requested by @ofsatinandgoldandallthingsbold for #bemymuse no. 31