act natural

but in the center of our hearts we wanted something real. nothing can be perfect, we whispered, showering with our heads down to drown out the little things. he doesn’t love you like roses not like birdsong not like little gestures. he loves you like good enough, like his parents don’t mind you, like you’d be comfortable enough. like you don’t laugh as much as you pictured but it’s not like you don’t get along. like he’s a good person, like it would be scarier to be alone again, like you’d regret it if you left because you had it pretty good. what are the chances you’d find someone like that again.

Fall in love with me. Give me your scratchy morning voice and sleepy eyes. Let me read your body like Braille. I fucking hate promises because their purpose is abused, but I would vow to be yours and only yours if it meant being your forever. Life has lead us to this moment; this point in time where our roads converged into one. And suddenly, my heart fucking ran straight into the palms of your hands. You are so beautiful. Give me everything that you are. Fall in love with me.