long talks,
our hearts so full of everything
we think it might kill us someday
but we never break,
only grow.
We are missed curfews,
tired eyes drinking in sunrises,
speeding down the highway going anywhere
but home.
We are hickeys on each other's collarbones.
And no matter how much it hurts,
we are always coming back for more.
We are endless nights,
all cold
and ache
and want.
We are stars so bright they hurt your eyes,
so bright you can't look away.
We are beautiful.
We are young.
We love each other
breathlessly,
deathlessly.
We have the whole damn world
grabbed in our fists.
We are never letting go.
— m.f. // Dangerous love
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