shots

The bees are dying out these days
Will you go too?
You never told me how to live
so I won’t tell you how to die.
No promise too great to bookend your goodbye.

You’re not supposed to love someone this much
they told us so to take back the magic
that we were never supposed to touch
we make it dirty when we use our mouths to promise.
You do what you are, I’ll watch.
It’s just that I always like you watching me, too.