You ripped my heart from my chest and breathed oceans into my veins, creating a storm only you could control//tears turn into rivers and this isn't love anymore.
I wanted to be all the things you loved. Yet sadly I am plagued with flaws haunted by the thought that I may never meet up to your standards.
I could write it all down.
I could write down everything I know
and everything I feel
and make a poem out of my swollen heart
and the lump stuck in my throat.
But I can't seem to put it into words
and I can't seem to make it right.
Because even if it said
everything I wanted it to,
it would completely empty me
and still wouldn't be enough.
You give me panic attacks and we call it love
