Melancholy (Poetry)

glancing upwards

I was always scared of love. Of letting you back in.

I got over it.

I didn't want to let you go, ever.

Now I'm here, stroking your hair. Our hands intertwined. Our legs a tangled mess. I stroke my thumb over your hand and look up at you.

I see your tired eyes meet mine.

"I love you" I say watching his smile from.

"I love you more" you say.

But in that moment, it was me who loved you more.