The scary thing
Is that when you love another person, there is always a chance for you to fallout of love with them.
Even scarier
Is that even if you always love someone you might not always be
IN
love with them,
I don't want to grow to envy your favorite sweater because even though it sits in the back of your closet for 99% of the year
You still take it out when it gets just chilly enough.
What do I do when I'm thought about even less than a sweater in a state with no winter.
It gets scarier the older we get.
How many more times do I have it in me to give myself completely to someone only to be forgotten about before the leaves change colours.
At what point do I draw the line and give up entirely?
At what point do I get the answer I know in my bones to be true?
C.G.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
