I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.

I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks.

Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.

I love youas much as the oceankisses the shoreno matter how many timesit is sent away.

And the spaces that he never saw: the ones my parents had labeled private parts when I was still small enough to fit all of my self and worries inside a bathtub,I made up for them by handing over all the private parts of me.There was no secret I did not tell him,there was no moment we did not share.We didn't grow up, we grew in: like ivy wrapping,molding each other into perfect yins and yangs.

This is how I disappear in pieces.This is how I leave while not moving from my seat.This is how I dance away.This is how I'm gone before you wake.

Such a little thing really, a kiss... most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.