Love the one you’re with (a prose poem)
I guess it’s worth it to feel complete
Worth the sacrifice of attachment
The sense of permanence that oozes from every layer of our conversation.
Worth the weight gained in stress and the the rude things we’ve said in anger.
I guess it’s worth the awkward silences and the forbidden flirting
And one imperfect night of unadulterated passions I pretend to regret.
I savor the silences when they surface out of shouting matches
And feel tears roll down my cheeks into stolen kisses.
I don’t trust myself
But it’s worth it.
Really.
