b.

I’m begging you, do not tell a sad person that you are in love with them, unless you truly and entirely are.

I thought I was so goddamn lucky Lucky that in the midst of busy streets and wrong turns and missed trains I met you Lucky that you loved me Lucky that everyone else was too unlucky to meet you first Lucky that I got to wear your scent on my skin like a little kid wearing her favorite sweatshirt everyday Lucky that I got to kiss you whenever I wanted Lucky that I got to kiss you at all Lucky that when I cried onto your t-shirt you never minded Lucky that you loved me Lucky that I got to sleep next to you Lucky to be in love Lucky to fall asleep on the phone with you and wake up with you still on the line, breathing heavily with sleep in your chest Lucky that after you hung up the phone you’d rush over to see me Lucky that I got butterflies and lost my breath even after all those months Lucky that I loved you so much I’d let you tear me apart But how unlucky it is to love someone too much, To be torn apart How unlucky it is to be so lucky.

june 13, 2016 11:35 PM