This is what I know—

When it’s good,

It’s you-can’t-get-enough-of-touching-me-like-magnet-to-metal giddy good.

When it’s bad,

It’s you-not-touching-me-with-a-ten-foot-pole-looks-like-ebola bad.

When we fight,

It’s shirt-ripping, plates-flying, curse-vomit bad

When we make up,

It’s still shirt-ripping, but also head-banging-on-the-bed, moaning-curses good.

When you’re cold,

It’s shoulder-shrugging, nose-sniffing, I’ve-never-seen-you-in-my-life cold.

But when you’re hot,

It’s I-can’t-get-you-out-of-your-clothes-fast enough, cheeks-burning hot.


But this is also what I know—

I gave our wild, wonderful love all that I had.

I rode every wave like a pro.

Now, it’s time to rest my weary heart.

It’s time to go.