Backseat
day one
I spoke,
You blushed,
I hid,
You turned.
day twelve
I invited you over,
I hid my intentions, though they were innocent,
Maybe you had yours,
I teased, you laughed
You stared, I beamed
I'd heard rumors that I didn't want to believe
You softened the blow, but it still landed
I wanted to be selfish
day fourty-seven
You invited me over
We were perfect puzzle pieces
I knew I wanted you
You knew I did too
I leaned in
You pulled me more
I wasn't the best, but you taught me
Gave me wings, a tear fell
This was all brand new
day ninety-four
I learned more about you
You unrolled the tapestry
I felt your coarse edges
your smooth corners
your scarred surfaces
i knew we weren't as similar as i thought
but what do i know?
this is my first lap
it was your first mile
day one hundred and sixteen
i was happy
i am happy
because i love you
why should i complain, i have love
you have me
i didn't have you
the words finally escaped
my mouth, at least
they must've caught in yours, i hoped
they were coming eventually
i knew they were there
i knew
right?
day one hundred and nine
im no longer me
i love you, im yours
you took my sorrows
added you, and gave them back
im gone, im yours
and so is he
day two hundred and sixty one
i glanced
her smile froze
maybe, i think, maybe
she looked away
i felt nothing
you were there too
i'll try to love
if you would just tie me loose
i loved you until i didn't love myself
i lied, cheated, stole, hurt over and over and over again
i hope i forgive myself
for breaking my heart
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