30.08.2022

You fall in love with a little part of every person that you meet.

That’s what you told me.

So why do I see forever behind the eyes of everyone who is captivated by mine,

when I know my feelings are bound to be washed away before I give them a second glance.

How can I reconcile willing an eternity based on a passing feeling,

because yes, I felt it too,

but while you were weaving forever through the fabric of your mind,

I remained,

arms outstretched,

unaware of how to weave you into mine.

I stand motionless,

while the stitches of my love,

or almost,

or something like more than like and lust, but maybe not quite love,

unravel.

Although I’ve pictured forever, because I always do,

I reach out, fully aware that my fear of falling conquers anything I allow myself to feel.

So I remain,

unable to know how to be

unequivocally

in love with you.