beautiful chaos

you and I are beautiful chaos. 

we are kissing at stoplights and roaming past midnight

we are four-hour phone conversations and making-me-late-to-class visits

we are just because and why the hell not

we are stupid jokes and holding hands and hickey marks

but we are also volatile. 

we are late-night arguments

we are trust issues and self-doubt and insecurity

we are back and forth until someone says something they don't mean 

until you say you don't know if we should do this anymore 

we are lost in translation and things left unsaid

this kind of passion burns fierce and bright

but it also fades quickly. 

my heart is in your hands and I don't know if I can trust you not to break it.