Inevitables
The sun is low and it is setting and all of your empty promises come to mind,
one after the other and I wonder if any of them will ever hold any real weight
instead of simply hanging on the hopes of two young kids
who want nothing more than to be together.
I’m saying goodbye to my worry because in the end,
none of them really mattered anyway.
Nothing really does besides this moment,
infinite and suspended in a constant state of waiting;
for you to call, until our eyes rest upon one another’s again
until our bones are let to tangle up in a knot held together
by the sheer promise that we are never letting go.
I wait for the day I won’t have to
and I think of the way you look at me in the morning light
as it filters through the cracks in your blinds.
The gold and white in your hair, illuminated
by those same rays that make your eyes shine so brightly when you smile
at me, so small and unsure,
afraid that I might not be all that you need
when you are everything to me.
I can’t explain your self or all that you are
and sometimes it’s hard to hold on to, let alone grasp,
but I hope that one day
you can find it in yourself to let me hold you in my heart,
to be mine, and be right, and to settle for the best of me
while everything inside me screams that I might not ever be enough
because all that you deserve and the small fraction that I am
are two entirely different things.
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