Macédoine

A confused mixture, a medley, a cocktail of thoughts and emotions and frustration and hope and love. Can you drink it up? Can you hold it down?

The essence of me pours out. I am leaking. I am wet. I am waiting for you to notice. I am waiting for you to mop up the mess. We both made it, after all.

I know you're getting tired of this. Don't you think I am too? What happened to the easier days? Maybe we traded them away for the longer ones, the extra time we spend together. Maybe those closeness isn't giving us room to breathe, to be. Or maybe we just haven't learned how to breathe and be in unison.

But I think there's promise. I think there is something here worth nurturing, worth compromising for, worth sacrificing for. I can't promise it will be easy, but I'm okay with going through the rough if I'm going through it with you. For you.

Can you say the same about me?



(You used to.)