I love you to the edge of the galaxy and back, but it is never-ending.
you mean what the sun means to us,
you are beautiful, bright, and keep me alive.
you do tend to burn at times,
harsh, warm,
sometimes the pain is good, other times not.
i love you but sometimes i lose myself in that love.
sometimes i use it to barricade myself from reality,
and sometimes when you break that 4th wall i will spiral.
but i need to learn i must not depend on others,
it will bite me, soft gnaws become flesh-deep.
I cannot depend on you, and i must learn the hard way.
we will make mistakes,
and it is always a breath of fresh air,
a timestamp -- worldwide,
to a burn of realization.
i sought out reassurance,
where you weren't aware it was sought,
you tried your best, and i do not blame,
my tongue is best kept a bay,
for if i tried to express,
i'd dump, and bite, and scratch with each scathing word,
unintentionally tearing at our love, and i must resist,
because i love you.
i won you, i will learn to adjust
i tried to make intents clear,
that i did not take interest in that, i even cleared up at it,
and it did not work.
i was afraid to comment, out of fear you'd get mad,
you told me you wouldn't,
but you snapped earlier, you apologized of course,
but it planted a needle of doubt,
should i or should i not? pushing was too risky,
i do not walk eggshells around you,
but at times, past experience stares me down --
searingly, daringly,
'go ahead and test the waters.'
but i've seen where it gets me.
i try to ask, and attend, and help --
but you close yourself down,
"We tell each other EVERYTHING!"
is that so. .?
bit hypocritical, but boundaries are walls of white sheet,
one stain is ever-lasting, and i love you,
so i do not pry, and i stay attentive and careful.
it is very irritating, but i shall keep my tongue a bay,
or it will lash, and i shall not become one that i was before.
for i love you, hence i would never intentionally try,
to cut you open and dissect your dismays,
because i love you,
and because i'd never want to hurt you how i've hurt others.
i love you so much.
i hope to never ruin our relationship,
so i write here,
where i speak in words,
careful to depict,
but not enough to be direct.
i love you.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC
I love you to the edge of the galaxy and back, but it is never-ending.
you mean what the sun means to us,
you are beautiful, bright, and keep me alive.
you do tend to burn at times,
harsh, warm,
sometimes the pain is good, other times not.
i love you but sometimes i lose myself in that love.
sometimes i use it to barricade myself from reality,
and sometimes when you break that 4th wall i will spiral.
but i need to learn i must not depend on others,
it will bite me, soft gnaws become flesh-deep.
I cannot depend on you, and i must learn the hard way.
we will make mistakes,
and it is always a breath of fresh air,
a timestamp -- worldwide,
to a burn of realization.
i sought out reassurance,
where you weren't aware it was sought,
you tried your best, and i do not blame,
my tongue is best kept a bay,
for if i tried to express,
i'd dump, and bite, and scratch with each scathing word,
unintentionally tearing at our love, and i must resist,
because i love you.
i won you, i will learn to adjust
i tried to make intents clear,
that i did not take interest in that, i even cleared up at it,
and it did not work.
i was afraid to comment, out of fear you'd get mad,
you told me you wouldn't,
but you snapped earlier, you apologized of course,
but it planted a needle of doubt,
should i or should i not? pushing was too risky,
i do not walk eggshells around you,
but at times, past experience stares me down --
searingly, daringly,
'go ahead and test the waters.'
but i've seen where it gets me.
i try to ask, and attend, and help --
but you close yourself down,
"We tell each other EVERYTHING!"
is that so. .?
bit hypocritical, but boundaries are walls of white sheet,
one stain is ever-lasting, and i love you,
so i do not pry, and i stay attentive and careful.
it is very irritating, but i shall keep my tongue a bay,
or it will lash, and i shall not become one that i was before.
for i love you, hence i would never intentionally try,
to cut you open and dissect your dismays,
because i love you,
and because i'd never want to hurt you how i've hurt others.
i love you so much.
i hope to never ruin our relationship,
so i write here,
where i speak in words,
careful to depict,
but not enough to be direct.
i love you.
