You don’t have the courage to tell me where it hurts. How will I know where to kiss? I’ll have to improvise without you; learn without you and kiss every inch of your skin until I discover your wound. Plant seeds with my lips and cover them with soil using my tongue, water them with my tears and sweat until they fully bloom. When they’ve blossomed into something beautiful I’ll run for the nearest exit. No need for the formal goodbyes; never been good at them. No need for the sadness in your eyes; never been good at eye contact anyways. This isn’t meant to sound sad or heartbreaking, there’s a time and place for everything. Except there is no time and place for us.