i found an old poem

Dreaming of sweat and lust and where exactly we’re all going to be when it’s all over.

 

When she rolls over and looks at you and knows, you are only for the right now.

 

When he looks at him and knows it was supposed to be forever, but it’s just not.

 

We walk through salty night where tears mix with sweat and it’s our human elixir in margaritas and heartbreak and we trade salt for salt.

 

We’re all trying so hard to be not as fucked up.

And our hearts are breaking for it.

 

Skin for muscle for bones for an ache

That we can’t shake off

With yoga

And dreaming

 

Because we want each other

The people

We know

We can’t trust.