I am too good at beginnings.
They last so short, bursts of adrenaline sparking my heart when I see your name.
I feel wise beyond 23 years when I let things begin at the end,
Hope the way I leave you is better than a cold night in Hoboken, coat held to my chest, wondering when I got so lost.
It is so easy to smile at your butterflies.
Let me stumble into your arms.