Fearful

“i still love you but last night instead of scanning through our text messages a little rabbit looking for the flaw in her den; i went to sleep and forgot about them i still love you but my hair smells like a new brand of conditioner and i cut it so i feel light, i feel whole and your hands wouldn’t recognize it, have never run their course through the new styles i’ve been trying because i don’t care if you like it down anymore i still love you; some part of me fears that i’ll always love you, a small seashell amount, a shard of glass hidden in my bedsheets i still love you but i am learning how to love myself as wide as beaches, to check under the covers for sharp things and when i find them, to put them somewhere i won’t see i still love you but i am better at loving me.”

“How do I move on when I’m still in love with you?”