being in love with me means you've agreed that each and every of your remarks will be portrayed in lines of my poems exhaled as air of my every breath to be let out as sighs and gasps. the thought of you will run through my tangling veins engraved not in my skin but my bones even when my body is crushed you'll float as fairy dust. your name will be hummed in the melody of my dearest lullaby you'll be the reason i sleep; you're the sweetest of dreams.
being in love with me tells that you've agreeed to be loved by this very being that carries the definition of imperfections till the day all seas have gone dry till the hour all birds refused to fly till Death greets us both like old friends meeting at coffee shops
being in love with me might not be one of the wonders because i am a bird with a broken wing a crashed airplane a forgotten book a rejected mixtape an ignored museum an unwanted company to many a nuisance
all that i can assure you is that when
being in love with me* the least i can do is love you as a whole in spite of your broken heart your past your flaws your everything