The City

You remind me of a city. It’s a foreign place, somewhere I’ve never been but feels familiar.

Your hand in mine is like clutching the railing of a bridge. Water rushing below us, threatening to wash us away completely. But I can feel you, so firm and secure in my grasp and I know that for now, I am safe.

Your lips are the river, sweeping me away from everything I’ve ever known, taking me somewhere I never knew I desperately needed to go.

Your body over mine is a skyline, jagged but soft, expansive and all-encompassing, filled with places I’ve yet to discover.

I see cities in your eyes, vast and unexplored, filled with endless possibilities of what we could be.

I still believe sometimes that love isn’t meant to last forever. That the people you open yourself up to will always hurt you in the end. But there is something about you that makes me feel like maybe it will be worth it. That maybe we will destroy each other, but that the road to destruction will be so fucking beautiful that when we finally get there we will smile as we watch our city burn to the ground.

We will hold each other in the ruins knowing that sometimes destruction is more necessary than creation.