consent

i could let go of everything
in a waterfalling of emotion
and when all was swept away
still, there would be you.

soaked in the sweat of my anger
and the salt of my tears
you stand so proud,
look so beautiful

i could hold on to what we have
and be happy for a long, long time
and if it ends even after that
well, i fought well

damp with the preservation
and bitter with a happy ending
god you’re beautiful
and i can’t look at you

i could turn my head away
you could meet my gaze.

• Category: Poetry