The day I met you was the day I truly fell head over heels in love.
I got up and kept on walking.
I saw you again and again and every time a little more of you poured into my heart.
I denied it.
It felt like forever.
It had only been two weeks.
I told you the truth, I had sprouted feelings.
You reciprocated those feelings, not to my surprise.
Every day spent with "I love you's"
Every day spent in your arms.
Every day spent wanting nothing more than to be alive in this moment with you.
But I'm afraid.
I'm afraid one day something will happen.
I'm afraid one day I'll get a call.
A call full of apologies and broken promises.
A call telling me you're in a hospital, asking to see me.
I'm afraid when I get there I won't be met with your warm embrace, your loving smile, your sweet puppy dog eyes.
I'm afraid of fake apologies and "we tried"
I'm afraid that if not your death, the worst thing imaginable, that something almost equally as painful could happen.
I'm afraid I'll get a call.
A call telling me we're done.
That you've found someone better.
That you no longer love me.
I'm afraid that on our wedding day, I'll stumble and stutter.
My words tripping over each other.
I'm afraid of the crowd, all eyes on us.
I'm praying you'll stay with me forever.
I'm begging you love me even after we've been put to rest.
Casket next to casket.
Lover by lover.
Two hearts, only meant for each other.
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Blind-Eyed Fool
PoetryRead with caution I guess. This is a jumble of poems that are usually kinda dark?? Idk. If you don't like descriptive gore type stuff then this probably ain't for you
