jane

I had a broken heart

and your car sang at high speeds.

I could see the cracks in your mind

from your childhood and on.

remember when I drifted over the line?

I saw how concerned you were

but you'd have never let me drive

if you hadn't understood―

I had the stitches for your mind

and you had the pieces of my heart.

or remember being lost in the parking lot?

I wish so bad you'd've kissed me,

but I don't think the universe

ever meant for us to meet.

something, somewhere, cracked―

and we fell into place

I find this tricky. I think you can choose whom to love, but there are also the cases of unwillingly loving someone. Falling for them slowly; how they talk, think, walk. All the small mannerisms that you pick out and subconsciously copy. How you secretly wish for them to be there and your ear is always waiting to hear their name. When you see a car like theirs, your heart skips a beat. Their song comes on and you can't stop smiling. You find your mind wandering endlessly to them. How your skin heats when their near; the flush of your cheeks when you lock eyes. You imagine every small word was for you. And you realize. "Shit. I love them." Dammit, you'd anything for them. Then the choosing comes in. You have to choose everyday to love them. To see past their faults; not ignore them, but choose to work through it all together. To choose everyday to hold their hand and lead them, don't ever push.