So this is for the genie service and this is the lovely heart's club Valentine's gift. So yeah you guessed it, I'm a cupid. And I'm actually so happy to have gotten the valentine I did, because she's the cutest and so lovely and I kinda know her so yay. Anyways, happy Valentine's. xD
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So talk to me as though you were alone with the night, because love is a serious mental illness and I don’t think I could survive without it. Survive without the crave of it. And just as I think I’ll have to let go, go back to sanity, you come. You come waltzing back into my life. You come back as ever. And I love it, because it’s exciting when you find pieces of yourself woven in the heart of another. And I most definitely do with you.
Even though I have always said “Wouldn’t it be unfortunate to fall in love,” I’ve found that if that’s the truth then I’m happy to be unfortunate. Because I would be unfortunate with you, and through that we would make our singular unfortunate lifes, fortunate together.
Because sometimes someone says something so small, and so gentle that it finds a small crevice in your apparently empty heart to snuggle into, to stay forever. And even though forever doesn’t exist. You make me believe our forevers do. Every moment I spend with you is a forever, an eternity, yet at the same time never long enough.
And when I believe that I’m in too deep, and that my heart can’t take anymore, you utter those three words, those three words, and I can’t help but believe that if the gods were real, you would be a god reincarnate.
You turn my legs to spaghetti and my insides to the sauce.
Making me fall.
Hard.
Harder.
And harder after that.
Till I’m just a bumbling mess on the ground.
Until I rise to the occasion. Our occasion.
And I don’t care what that occasion may be, as long as it is ours and is alongside you.
As long as it is with you, how could I care?
But I won’t mention the big ‘L-O-V-E’ though, because to say something out loud is to make it trivial.
And I could never do that to you. You make every day my best. Every day better than the one before. I don’t know how you can surpass the best, but you do.
And I have a feeling you always will.
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Waltzing.
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