and dopamine
highs,
yet we
persist.
Things change
shape and the
rhythm of
our shared
life changes
gears.
Yet here
we are.
Content,
smitten
and tempting
fate as she
holds her
blood stained
double-edged sword.
When will
she come
for us my love?
Time will
tell.
Yet perhaps
this time,
she’s on our side?
For she
has seen the
paths we
travelled to
get to
this place
of respite
and comfort.
This place
of everyday
bliss,
and perhaps,
just perhaps
she has bigger
fish to fry,
than us.
I look at
you in marvel,
your imperfection
endearing,
your ernestness
creeping deep
into my
heart.
~Lu
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