And there will be nights when your life will fall apart and no one will notice the mornings you spend putting it back together.
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I’m only quiet because I’m worried that if you push me too far, one day I will open my mouth and I will scream so loudly, it will shatter and break the whole world.
To whoever loves me next,
I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you
or if days of flirting turn to
radio silence, without warning.I’m sorry if I make you say the words
over and over and over until I believe them.
(I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.)I will probably spend more time
worrying about losing you than I spend
trying to keep you.
Trouble is,
every single time I’ve ever thought
something was too good to be true–
I’ve been right.Understand,
I will know how to be vulnerable with you,
but I won’t know how not to regret it.
And I have no idea how deep we’ll be
into this relationship before I admit
I’ve never done this before.
Not really.
Not in any way that counts.Before I admit that I know
how to put my body inside someone else’s
but not how to make it beautiful.I probably won’t be easy to love.
Too many people loved me badly,
I’m not sure I know how
to do it right.
You are on the floor crying,
and you have been on the floor crying
for days.
And that is you being brave.
That is you getting through it
as best you know how.
No one else can decide
What your tough looks like.
I’m not the kind of person who people fall in love with.
