You’re so good.
“your imperfections make you perfect.”
you said that to me.
is this how family trees begin?
I can’t say something that I don’t know
I want to know
to know everything
I want to know if you’ll ever love me.
I want to know if you’ll ever make me fall.
I want to know every detail.
every little thing
I know that you will break my heart.
’tis bound to happen,
but I would rather think about you and I together, okay?
I have told you oh so much
and you have told me much as well
and through all the blood and tears,
I still chose you.
I’m very impatient, but if it’s meant to be then is it
I’m tired of living in fear
fear of consequences of falling in love.
I’m tired of living romantically unloved.
I don’t want to let my conscience win.
it will not win. not anymore.