I can't imagine not loving you
it feels as easy as driving a car.
but our car isn't perfect;
sometimes the doors don't close, and our shouts echo for the neighbors to hear;
sometimes the radiator breaks, and we do our best to cool everything down;
sometimes the brakes go out, and we can't stop.
but we are our own mechanics
driving our imperfect vehicle down our two way road
hitting another roadblock
another minor bump
and fixing as we go.
YOU ARE READING
wilting
Poesíajust a couple poems I started working on, figured I might as well let you know I'm not dead and I do still exist
