It's only a week
Way too many things have been said
Way too many possibilities raised
Far too many tears
Far too many hopes
For one week
There are too many feelings I've set aside
I lost track with all my hurt
I lost track of everything I said only a week ago
It didn't matter what I meant
It mattered what I said
And it didn't matter what you meant
It mattered what you said
There are too many factors to consider
And whether it takes a year to be stable
Or whether we just have to be infinitely more patient with each other for a couple more weeks
Whether everything is off the table
Or only a few topics are off the table
You are worth it to me
But
I wish there was a way to start over
As there are too many changed ideas and my memory has failed me
There are too many factors gone our of control
There are too many tornados
But it was magical when there was just one
Just you chasing me nowhere in a circle on my birthday
What if I could chase you nowhere in a circle for a moment
And start over?
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
