I want
to be the one
you're afraid
to lose.

But you lost me
way before
you became
afraid.

Of whether or not pain is even a feeling,
she’s not sure anymore.
And if it ever differs in some way from love,
she doesn’t have a clue.

He is not just handsome
or tall or undeniably perfect.
Because more than anything else,
he is hers.
All along.
Ever since.

And sometimes
Giving up is as simple as
Pressing the red button
Of your ringing phone

Then he asks her
the heaviest riddle
he carries
from the start,
of why
the lines written
above
her eyebrows
threatens
the calmness
of his heart.

She fantasizes of falling stars
breaking the bleakness of the night.
And as she closes her eyes,
she opens her heart- she then whispers
through the echoing space-

‘Lead him back to me.'

-ever so quietly, ever so longingly.

If love fails you, don’t hate it. Instead,  thank it for giving you laughs, tears, goodnight texts, and dates on Saturdays

- when you were supposed to be alone in your kitchen, chopping an ugly potato that looks lonelier than you could have been