My intuition tells me you won’t catch me if I fall for you.
Yet here I am with my feet even closer to the edge.
We always know but hope makes up try anyway.
Because the in between is worth the ending.
I think you loved the way
I loved you more than you
actually loved me or yourself
and that type of reciprocity
was absolutely unsustainable.
I don’t want the heavy responsibility
that lingers with completing you.
I’d much rather you meet me whole.
So we can simply water the other,
instead of draining one another.
We were never meant to find our half
We’re whole beings simply longing to
discover the parts of us others see.
I hope my experience of you will teach me
to hear what’s actually said, not what I choose
and maybe your experience of me will teach you
to just say things clearly without leaving
room for hope you don’t plan on fulfilling.
We can only love each other to the
extent our personal demons will allow.
Until we confront them and
cut ties for good, they’ll continue
to disrupt the beauty of us.
Maybe we should just
introduce them to each other…
Maybe they’ll finally heal
and leave us to do the same.