On Falling out of Love

We're too much a part of each other's lives to cut it all off like my bangs, 

which are getting too long.

This is only temporary.

If I'm in love with memories and you're scared of the present, maybe the sanctuary we have is in the future, where things are alright.

Not nearly good, just a feather from uncomfortable, mostly silent, pretty okay, just alright.

I'm thinking since we're on the cusp of neverseeingyoueveragain it'll be fine, smooth lines of text on white paper, clean, tucked away somewhere, good for reading once in a while and not dwelling on, and I'm planning on falling in love later, thanks.

I think it'll be all the soft memories that make it worth it. Not these hard ones here. I think I'll remember it through the poetry, when it's over.

The poetry, and the lingering thoughts, and the hope.