your words of rejection sliced into my flesh
cutting me open like a dagger.
all the air rushed out of my lungs
when reality punched me in the stomach.
it’s over before it’s even begun.

but i don’t believe you.

with you I am weaker than I should be.
if you whispered my name in the moonlight
i would go to you.
my brain would shut down,
logic would cease to exist
and my heart would drive my body
straight into your arms.
one of us has to be the strong one.

maybe you weren’t lying.

but something about the way you held me that night,
the way your body wrapped me with tenderness,
the way your lips planted soft little stars on my face,
told me that you do love me. in some way,
however small or platonic it may be, i am loved by you
and that is a gift that I will treasure always.