i know it's all fast and i know i met you just a few months ago, but when i think of you all i feel is joy and butterflies and you make flowers grow inside of me. we're in love or in lust or both and i love you and for once in my life i'm certain about that and i'm certain about you.
and i love you.
and i love you.
and i love you.
and you know it's getting pretty bad when i can see a future, a year or a decade away or a white picket fence and a big yard and a warm family dinner inside; an oak table occupied by the people we love most in this harsh world.
all i know is that i love you so fucking much, i can barely breathe.
i don't want to breathe without you anyways.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
