And Blessings On Blessings

and blessings on blessings

they whisper daily

till gloom lifts to shine

till his lips meet mine

i am conflicted.

how can i cherish the memories of us that are undoubtedly happy— that i undoubtedly love— without falling back in love with you?

how do i reclaim the memories of a critical time in my life and make them truly mine when a rift in space would be closer than my memories and the reality of you?

i’m scared of the songs that remind me of you and the memories they elicit

every so often, i forget to hate you. and when that happens, i fall right back in love.

one day, he’ll be up all night. anxious and panicked. wondering what could have been. you’ll stir awake too from the residual connection. you’ll feel the discomfort in his heart. you’ll recognize it for what it is, roll over, tuck yourself back in, and fall asleep full of clarity that you were right to leave when you did.

if you cherish me, i will wake up every morning and consciously choose you. i’ll hold your heart as dearly as my own. i’ll protect it better than i could ever protect mine. i’ll love the parts of you that you struggle to. i promise you’ll never have to feel alone again.