Your love haunts me like a dusty piano playing hymns in an abandoned manor.
Your gaze is a delirious fever dream that makes me forget my morals and manners.
If I learned my lesson not once but twice, why do I yearn for you each evening?
You are the one I think about when it rains and when my lungs cannot stop heaving.
When this comes to an end, like all things must, will you still hear these words?
Will you burn your life up like an old house, or will you tell me you got bored?
We both know you have wounded me, and I have cut you open with my snarls.
When we look back at ourselves in twenty years, will we want to erase these scars?
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 