THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I stare at him across a worn wooden table in someone's patio through three glasses of wine, two shots of tequila
You can't be so close to someone that you hear them in your head, you can predict their every move, you know everything, they know everything, they tell you before you know- and then be anything but far away
I don't know how you look at me now. I don't know I look at you. We decided to keep each other, be mutually defective
You fight with a stranger over me that night, stand up and shout. In all the time before, you never once defended me