im sorry i say i love you too much. sometimes the moment winds itself just a little more such that the feeling needs my mouth as a conduit for its expression
but perhaps ill spare my words-- to be thrifty in these exchanges of uttered affection blurs not the feeling's existence: the butterflies are still there, but shall manifest themselves elsehow, as hugs and kisses strewn across the skyline of the ever-forgiving night
surely i wont stop saying i love you... but the instances i do shall flaunt a heavier shade of red once i save such statements for moments unmet in vibrance, strength and their capacity to lend our cheeks a palette of bright rosy hues.
and i shall make your initial reading of this poem one of those special moments by saying i love you
let your depression soak up all your emotions that are left in that so called heart between your ribs
let your blade be the relief of your pain that is going to be the only feeling you’ll be left to feel after the ****** scars finally covered every part of your hips
let your negative thoughts control your life until the so called heart eventually shatters into its toxic broken pieces which reflect the emptiness in your eyes the stony hole in your chest now lost its ability to fix your soul
let yourself fully dive into the process of slowly dying inside
congratulations, you just lost the ability to feel and unlocked „survive“
ps: there’s no chance that you’ll ever again receive your ability to feel
she says i love you to everyone she knows, because she’s afraid it will be the last time she can. and i say it back, but it’s forced. and i struggle. for so long those words didn’t make sense to me. but now when i say them back to her, as she leaves my car, i mean them. but in a different way than she does.