Bewitched

internal register (kpmoulton) wk-3-4 (1)

internal register

love feels like butterflies in the pit

of your stomach, uncertainty rising as we

grow into ourselves, and the moment.

love feels like security, a promise that

you will never be alone, except love

grew silent then, and still is.

love feels like second chances, shining in

their first moment, tarnished as events

repeat themselves against all oaths.

love feels like a moment of victory, the

joy of the win almost overtaken by knowing

that sometimes, you will lose.