Intentions

When I was young I often said
I'd die alone
an optimist with nothing left
but a heart made stone

and oh it made me
see things through blue shades
it made me
someone I hate

so with a tarnished soul and bruised ego
i left the state
to the open plains in search of
a sense of belonging

and there you found me
worn, tired, and hungry
starving
for your company

now here we lie, our breath in the night
staring at constellations
your hand in mine, our legs intertwined, we laid out
our intentions

but I know this will pass
and soon I'll be alone again