The issue was not if
I wanted to kiss you.
The issue was calculating
The potential costs of such reckless investments.
All the unspoken contracts and
fine print.
Stains of lipstick.
Broken ribs and bruised essential organs.
I can hear yours,
Beating out of rhythm.
Your lungs lean against your bones
Attempt to find their foothold
Your vocal cords moan
Beneath the weight of all
Your words.

Though, this city has different rules.
I have learned that my worst decisions
Breed my best writing.