at times, i wish i hadn't learned to love so much.
there is always a lingering weight in my chest;
my heart, already fragile enough,
fights to carry it through every waking moment.
hellos are my favorite things, but they're merely precursors
to the poison of goodbyes, to the sickness of loneliness
and the yearning to be elsewhere
in other places, with certain people.
tears fall as quickly as grins go from ear to ear,
roaring laughter easily fades into deafening silence,
and this wishy-washy soul is one i could never get a hold of.
but what would i be without love,
without the burden of feeling?
what would i be without the days spent day dreaming,
the moments i run out of breath
from gushing about people and moments,
the nights spent crying all alone,
and being vulnerable to the world,
but feeling the best of it anyway?
i love, but i hurt.
i hurt, but i love.
and that is all that matters.