"Oh" was all I was able to say
when you called my name.
And trust me,
I’m the person who never runs out of words
But here you are
Smile, stance, wits
Machismo
Bravado
And here I am
Tiny, vulnerable, awestruck
Beaming
Yours.

Maybe I don’t love you
As much as I think I do
Maybe I’ve just invested too much
So many nights;
Countless hours wasted thinking of you
That I’ve turned Liking you
Into obsessing on the impossibility
That you would like me, too.

Because how could you not,
Right?

Tomorrow,
or in a few hours actually,
I’ll wake up to another day
Ebbing and flowing
In the routines I’ve set for myself.

I can do better than this,
I said the other week.

But look at me
And where I stand.
It’s the same fragile ground
I’ve been balancing my feet on
Since the day I said,
I’m leaving.

I deserve better than this.