First Cold Morning of the Season

Written 01/03/22

We were losing our way,

In a mundane day to day.

As I was trying to throw it all away,

You keep reminding me why I stay.

I'd be lost and broken without you,

Manic, and most definitely out of control.

It's not your fault when I am sad,

And when I'm mad, it's usually my own self-loathing.

I feel like I've held us back from the growth

Necessary to fulfill our oaths,

Traditions I use to just roll me eyes to,

By all the thoughts I couldn't share with you.

These recent life changes, left wanting for something new,

But why did I have to think that it shouldn't include you.

A few more beautiful nights like last, reminders

that we're both capable of evolving, together.

maybe even possibly, forever. We'll see,

as long as I can keep up with the honesty.

I hate writing of love,

As I feel like it's a concept I've never truly grasped.

And on this first cold morning of the season,

We could have just stayed in bed all day.

Continuing all the words we've been neglecting to say.