The complexities of life pull us in opposite directions, but I hold on to you like I do not know the meaning of distance.
You can see quite nakedly, my simple preoccupation with my own affairs. I was betraying you before I won you over. If only staying with you would confirm all the comforting things you had told me.
But I'm not the same as you, too wild to ride the wave of good intentions. I slip from my art into your arms, and promptly forget all that I had accomplished that day.
Love betrays itself involuntarily, and I move across the country again.
xx
photos by Shooka