The taste of a semi-Summer romance,
of a need to be loved and wanting to love.
He held me close to his chest,
desperate to feel something other than empty,
and I gave him everything,
filled him of all his cravings.
I allowed him to swallow me whole,
trusted that he’d keep me safe in the pit of his heart.
of me drenched in fear, the other swooning.
I questioned our happy until it was routine,
smiled like it wasn’t something weird to me,
and laughed until I cried so much that it felt like there was no other reason to cry.
But that’s not true.
There’s always other reasons to cry.
It just hides from us sometimes,
like a secret,
or the truth.