[proof of love]

a beautiful love,
like the smell of crushed mint:
fresh and agreeable

the feeling of warmth
between the sheets,
waiting for my cold limbs

will you carry me,
[darling]
over the wet streets of time

cover my eyes
when the villains
slouch by?

sometimes it's easier
to believe you exist
not long from now;

that you will suddenly appear
to save me from
the hurt

and bleed warmth
into the sheets
while i brush my teeth.

perhaps you're somewhere,
[also]
searching for me-

we'll find each other
and realize how to love
without destroying

in the way we have before
[no love, just
the proof of broken hearts]

and learn together
what beautiful love is
[the hero always wins]