I could be given
an infinite amount
to be the artist
of my own destiny,
and you’d still show up
on every single canvas.
I don’t need you to tell me how badly you want me, because chances are, you don’t. I just want you to wake up every morning and remember that there’s someone in this world who refuses to put you anywhere else but first. And I’m sorry if my hands are shaking as I say this to you. I’m just afraid. I’m afraid that your name will still beat within the rhythm of my chest as I’m lying next to someone else. I’m afraid of hearing your favorite song on the radio in the car, and no longer being able to see the road. I’m afraid that everything I have will never be enough if I try to give it to anyone else but you.
Maybe you don’t need to know how badly I want you.
Maybe I just need to know if you could ever want me too.
I just wish she could see herself the way I do, even if it was just for a moment. Only then might she understand why even the thought of her belonging to anyone else brings my heart to a stop and my knees to the ground.
I never fathomed that there would be beauty in suffocating until I found myself drowning in the sound of her laughter.
And Lord, help me because I’ve always had a fear of heights, but I don’t see an end to the way that I’ve been falling for her.