even though I don’t
she never hesitates
to turn me into metaphors
of everything beautiful;
I’m worried that one day
my family will add your name
to the list of things to never say around me
and sometimes, when you kiss me
with your records playing in the background
I wonder if I’ll hate that song next October.
Yesterday, I looked at you
and tried to calculate what the odds are
that we’ll rip each other’s hearts apart
and the best I could come up with
and even this feels optimistic.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m scared
but there’s no one I’d rather be scared with than you.
you have lost the person you believed was your soulmate what do you do???? I’m so confused