You gave me an ultimatum. I did what you wanted. Quit my job, changed to a different one. I did absolutely everything you asked. Then last night when we were laying in bed, you were holding me, kissing my forehead, caressing my cheek gently…telling me how beautiful I am.
I whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear it
“I love you”
and you laughed
I had a dream last night that
you held my hand and playfully asked me
“Why are you holding my hand?”
And you held it fast when I tried to let go
and I thought to myself:
“Maybe it’s time to be less pessimistic”
then I woke up
to the same feeling of falling
slowly into fire.
Every day it’s the same thing
no matter what you’re always better than me
in your eyes
because I’m nothing to you.
When all of our friends are married and you’re still fooling around, I guess it’ll all make sense to me then.
you are and always will be…
& i even love that about you
I want to grow old with you
but you’re too preoccupied with all the bad
to see all the good