i wish i could have met you later when we are settled and i have crows feet but I’m one of those old people who works out so i look hot and you can have scruffy facial hair and maybe you got a tattoo like you said you wanted and we could sit on a porch and feel a breeze on our arms and you would hold my hand and i would rub my thumb over your knuckles and their would be wind chimes and maybe at night you would lay your head on my lap and i would run my fingers through your hair and we could talk about the stupid things we used to do when we were young and thought we had real problems andand i would be filled to the brim with you and we would be together fully and completely finally.
but i met you this past summer. when the rug was pulled out from under me.
my dreams and my desires don’t know which way to turn now. the flame inside of me twists and beats and coughs back and forth between you and my future. you’ve changed the original plot.
you feed my flame so well. with you i see beginnings. but the more you feed it the more wild and confused it gets. i don’t know where i should be.