your love haunts me
it trembles me in my sleep
it follows me into my nightmares
it creeps up behind me and stabs me in the back
it calls to me from a distance I know all too well
it burns my skin
it claws at me
there is no single pain like it
I can feel it when I'm walking
when I mumble the words to a cheesy love song as I drive around my neighborhood
did you know everything feels lonelier when the day ends and night falls?
why did your love choose to torture me?
what did I do to deserve the pain that lingers?
why am I hopelessly and devastatingly in love with you?
that's right. I love you.
not just because I love how your face brightens up when you laugh
or because you place a crown on my head that I don't deserve
I love you for those late night conversations
the one-hand-on-the-wheel road trips around town
the way you smile when you take your first bite of mac and cheese
the way your clammy hands grip a pencil, as if it's a single lit match and you don't want to burn your fingertips
the gentleness in your eyes that matches the soft blue of a sunday afternoon
every morning I crave you
every night I fall asleep wondering
if you will ever love me the way that I love you
or, better yet, will you ever love me the way you love her?
