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.