a month to live

I sit here and wonder how we found ourselves here
How did two intelligent, but wounded people
With incredibly elaborate defense mechanisms
 Convince each other
To let the other in
a little more than anyone before
As I hold you the world just feels right
I feel I can simply exist
peacefully
I never really thought that possible
And yet there’s this passion and energy
That courses through us
I feel alive and awake
There is perfection in the complex simplicity
Of these moments
We dare to smuggle away
But there’s a time limit here
A ticking clock
That’s becoming a little harder to ignore
Each day spent
Is a day lost from what could be
Maybe that’s it
Maybe this thing between us
Is what happens
When two dark, cynical romantics
Who live on tales of tragic star crossed lovers
Who hold onto the beauty in the darkness and pain
Who firmly fear settling for safety and the ordinary
Are given but a month to really live