Maybe I told you too much how much I loved you

I know I spent a lot of time coming of with ways to show you how truly extraordinary I thought you were

I left notes in the pockets of sweatshirts you let me borrow and made sure they always smelled like me when you got them back

I wrote you love letters every time I got angry at you just to remind myself how much I loved you and so you could know that despite my anger you would always win, I'd always chose you

I would hold you as tightly and tenderly as I could when your heart was hurting so that if even just for a moment, your tired bones could rest

I built forts and planned surprises and always said I loved you no matter how much you hurt me

Maybe I was too much
Maybe you got overwhelmed being loved that deeply

But the idea of maybe losing you
And not knowing if you knew how much I loved you
Well the idea of that maybe drove me crazy

You can tell where's she's been
For on the pathway that she walks
There is a trail of flowers that follow
Watered by her tears
Pointing toward her dreams

You taught me the power of just being there for someone
No words could ever fix anything
And you were never able to admit you needed fixing
But I never minded just being in silence with you
Because that was all you ever needed
To know someone would still love you even when you ran out of ways to say you were okay

They ask me why I drink so much
I tell them,

*"With this many cracks in a heart, there are a lot of spaces that need filling"

I think the most magical thing about poetry
Is that no matter how many times you read a poem
Overlook it
Don't understand it
Maybe not even like it

One day
Something happens
Your heart breaks in a certain way
And it clicks
A poem that once seemed foreign
Puts your heartache into better words than you can yourself