I can’t figure out whether love builds or it bursts.
Whether you fall or you drop.
Whether it fades or it stops.
Did you seep into my life or spill all over it?
Did I sink into this or slip inside it?
Did you feel me coming?
did you feel that rumble in the train track of your chest
did you see the rubble in the cracks between my breath
or did I just appear on your shoreline in search of myself?
Does love build or does it burst?
either way, it always breaks.
either way, it always hurts.