I dream of telling you "I love you"
sparks fly the minute you say it back
but the butterflies in my stomach will die the second I am reminded that "we" could never be.
I dream of a petal picked romance,
a balance of high and low moments
you remind me that my dark days are just that...
I bathed myself in your kindness
and watched as it mended my wounds
conversations with you
I don't know how it is
that you do, what you do
but it hurts
attempting to convince myself
that you are not the one
when every fiber in my being
is telling me to love you
telling me to care
and at the same time
reminding me to stop.