All the moments,

riding actual roller coasters,

with full stomachs

and breathless laughter.

We got stuck,

all the way at the top,

and from here your love seemed grand.

There was a quietness that hung around,

stuck with harnesses pressed,

and sunken into those sticky theme park seats.

This was the pause before the plummet,

just waiting there,

hearts full of anticipation.

This was the precipice of life,

and the edge of loving you.

This is what it was,

this was being yours.

Because in these moments,

teetering off the top,

finally brushing the edge,

in the middle of nowhere;

there was no proclamation,

that I was yours, and you were mine.

All of this,

And this is why.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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