being an adult means knowing
that there are things much scarier
than spiders, or snakes, or clowns.
the ocean, for one.
losing your parents.
empty tequila bottles.
waking up, still reaching
for someone who left you
a long time ago.
i live like there’s an end for me
because there is.
plants will wilt.
forests will burn down.
eventually, even the stars will burn out.
people will come to us.
they will touch us. they will hurt us.
they may keep us. they may not.
but i never hold on too tight
because when it’s time, my time,
i’ll only be letting go.
the heart has valves
that constantly open and close
giving love, taking love.
and my best advice
is to be selfish.
know when you’ve had enough.
know when you deserve better.
close the valves and
keep some love for yourself.
know that you are perfect
even if you eat that second cheeseburger
because there’s magic in this world.
we’re proof of it.
is fear of the infinite.
i suppose my fear is the exact opposite
because i cannot put into words how terrifying it is
to think that, at one point, i could see somebody i loved
and realize that there’s nothing left for them
inside of me.
not even hatred.
i don’t fear the unknown.
i fear what is already known:
that love – love that can stretch for miles,
love that can overcome cities and seas and continents
can, one day, vanish.