I’ve never finished a book
or written a song longer than a verse
I like to say I’m a jack of all trades
but its just because I’ve never loved anything
enough to make me stay
I can never step foot into a theatre
because I feel
if I never watch a movie
I’ll never have to see the credits roll
and the lights turn on
understand me when I say
I’m broken
because I think that never holding on
is better than having to let go
and I never cry
because I've never invested enough of me
into something I can lose
I only dip my toes
because I fear that one day
I’ll wake up on the wrong side of the bed
and hate the feel of water on my skin
(what a predicament that would be)
but I would drown in you
my thoughts are short stories
and my longings just poetry
the stanzas escape me
and I can never make it past the first paragraph
But I could write a novel about you
Chapter One: how she laughs
Chapter Two: the sparkle in her eyes
Chapter Three: the beautiful way she looks at the world
you are not a sprint
but a marathon
my legs will throb
my feet will chafe
my lungs will burn
my head will ache
I will want to give up
but please believe in me
**because no one has ever loved me
past the first lap**
but I would run
every
single
mile
of you
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
I’ve never finished a book
or written a song longer than a verse
I like to say I’m a jack of all trades
but its just because I’ve never loved anything
enough to make me stay
I can never step foot into a theatre
because I feel
if I never watch a movie
I’ll never have to see the credits roll
and the lights turn on
understand me when I say
I’m broken
because I think that never holding on
is better than having to let go
and I never cry
because I've never invested enough of me
into something I can lose
I only dip my toes
because I fear that one day
I’ll wake up on the wrong side of the bed
and hate the feel of water on my skin
(what a predicament that would be)
but I would drown in you
my thoughts are short stories
and my longings just poetry
the stanzas escape me
and I can never make it past the first paragraph
But I could write a novel about you
Chapter One: how she laughs
Chapter Two: the sparkle in her eyes
Chapter Three: the beautiful way she looks at the world
you are not a sprint
but a marathon
my legs will throb
my feet will chafe
my lungs will burn
my head will ache
I will want to give up
but please believe in me
**because no one has ever loved me
past the first lap**
but I would run
every
single
mile
of you
