a poem about fear

we are the first two people to love

the first to know that nothing will go wrong 

the first to have souls of the same stardust

I am different and better than every girl kissed on the walk home from school

only liars lie

and only lovers love

and only killers kill and

all of it was destined to be

I know everything

I fall like a feather

high hopes floating on soft warm thick air

I feel his hand 

on my waist

begging for the bottle back 

and find it only charming 

as if both our fathers arent addicts

I feel his hand

on my throat

and I don’t want him to stop

so it doesn’t matter

if he would 

did all of them know they were inventing something too?