you are the
best
and
worst
thing that has happened
to me so far.
you are exactly
what i need and
what i want and
no one
has ever made me feel
the way you make me feel.
you bring out the
best
and
worst
in me.
you make me feel
beautiful and wanted but
jealous and obsessive.
expressive and alive but
still clinging to you like a child.
this is the
best
and
worst
thing i’ve ever felt.
because i think
i really think
i was in love with you.
or at least this is
the closest i’ve ever gotten to
love or
something like it.
this is what i know
about love:
it is the
best
and
worst
thing that could happen to you.
a euphoric feeling of
being needed.
a terrifying feeling of
addiction.
love is:
me still writing
poems about you
months after the fact.
me still dependent on
you like
a drug. unable to
escape this prison and the
best
and
worst
part is i did it
to myself.
still thinking that
someday it will work out
because there cannot be
anyone else. you are
it
for me. but this is
what i know about
love: it is
not
infinite or
unconditional or
something to build
your life on.
what i know about love
every man in my life
has taught me. one
at a time
they tell me
love is: not
what you thought
at all.
love is: when you
feel that pain
in that one spot
of your chest where you
feel it
every time. like when
your brother left or
your uncle left or
your father left.
so the
best
and
worst
thing i’ve ever done
was to
love you like i
didn’t know
what love is.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
you are the
best
and
worst
thing that has happened
to me so far.
you are exactly
what i need and
what i want and
no one
has ever made me feel
the way you make me feel.
you bring out the
best
and
worst
in me.
you make me feel
beautiful and wanted but
jealous and obsessive.
expressive and alive but
still clinging to you like a child.
this is the
best
and
worst
thing i’ve ever felt.
because i think
i really think
i was in love with you.
or at least this is
the closest i’ve ever gotten to
love or
something like it.
this is what i know
about love:
it is the
best
and
worst
thing that could happen to you.
a euphoric feeling of
being needed.
a terrifying feeling of
addiction.
love is:
me still writing
poems about you
months after the fact.
me still dependent on
you like
a drug. unable to
escape this prison and the
best
and
worst
part is i did it
to myself.
still thinking that
someday it will work out
because there cannot be
anyone else. you are
it
for me. but this is
what i know about
love: it is
not
infinite or
unconditional or
something to build
your life on.
what i know about love
every man in my life
has taught me. one
at a time
they tell me
love is: not
what you thought
at all.
love is: when you
feel that pain
in that one spot
of your chest where you
feel it
every time. like when
your brother left or
your uncle left or
your father left.
so the
best
and
worst
thing i’ve ever done
was to
love you like i
didn’t know
what love is.
to b:
i would have waited forever for you.
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