I've fallen
fallen badly
to be honest
I'm hooked on you

infatuations a lot more of a dangerous drug
than you'd think

you said we'd never be
that you were broken
I want to fix you
but I'm not quite sure I can
I'm not sure my clumsy hands
can handle your fragile heart
held together by only the faintest hope
that maybe true love does exist

I wanna tell you that I
adore you
but I won't take the chance
cause I'm terrified
of your random nonchalance

you told me I was your world
but how was I meant to feel special
when you bounce from world to world
like some 21st century space traveling Columbus

I was always told myself I was in love with
you
but as of lately
I've come to realize
I was less in love with you
& more in love with the dismal idea
of being part of an "us"

I guess
that I've learnt
that it's only from the shards of a broken heart
that we learn the dangers of infatuation