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.