no, lately always.
It seems unclear to me
that love is real
and really exists.
Because the years, they take away
that passion, that newness, the scare of losing
without discovering those parts.
Those parts you want
instead exposing many parts you don’t want
and didn’t bargain for and yet if you are lucky I bet
those parts don’t outweigh the good parts or shall I say
The good-bye parts.
The good-bye parts don’t outweigh the good way