Emotions.
They are crazy, unpredictable, scary,
Wonderful things. His face. His
Laugh, his love, so many
Things I could write about.
But the words escape me. I grasp, I search
For them, but they refuse to be found.
They know they could never describe him like I need
them to. So they stay hidden, feel unworthy.
And they should. He is more than the words.
Love. That word has never made more sense, never have
I understood it's weight before. Now it is not heavy enough,
It does not mean enough, it never can. But I can't find a better one.
I hate the world love.
The feelings, the coil at the bottom of my stomach,
The sudden not so steady heartbeat, the heat and color
That spreads across my cheeks. I beg it not to,
It it listens to him, and not me.
My body has betrayed me, it refuses to be still, to be calm.
It remembers him.
He is so much better than me, I'm unworthy, I don't deserve
His love, but he refuses to take it back. He gives it to me, and
Expects nothing in return. He loves me.
I understand, but can't comprehend.
But
He
Loves
Me.
