#7

i thought about a lot of things this morning.

thought that if you must die, my love, i will forever be jealous of the earth that gets to hold you. 

thought of how nice it would be to have our things mingling together along the edge of the bathtub. i run out of soap and use yours. we lie down together at night and i smell my shampoo in your hair. 

thought of kissing you. limb to limb. teaching you your own body. 

thought of whispering to you, “because i love you, i will carry your sins.” 

thought about how a few moments of peace in your arms could give me the strength to face the world forever. 

thought about how demons and monsters lurk all around us. but that nothing will be as scary as i will become if the world does not bring you back to me.