I
have
fallen
in
love
with
the
idea
of
you
~♥~

you get a call
it’s too early
but too late all at once

you get a call
it is after midnight
he has the bottle in hand

you get a call
it is early morning
the pills are down his throat

you get a call
it’s one am
he tells you not to worry

you get a call
you don’t know how to feel
he says he’s done the bottle
(you don’t know if he means the pills or the water)

you get a call
you don’t know what to do

you get a call
it ends too soon

Picture this
You, me, and a kiss
A meeting of the lips
Feelings such as this
Who knew they could exist?
When we met
I knew I found my bliss

sparrows and crows
what do they know?

the stars above
the world below

and through their eyes
what do they see

when they fly through the sky
like we do in our dreams?

Now I see
my path
of growth.
It’s one
where I fall
head over
heels
for every version
of myself
that got
lost
along the way.

Is it a blessing 
Or a curse
Or something much worse
That I'm not well versed
In this thing called love