it took me half the distance home to make sense of the sinking feeling in my gut. it took me half the distance home to realize what exactly my heart was doing as i watched you get smaller in the rear view. it took me half the distance home to realize that i wasn't getting sick at all. no not dying. but coming alive. like i promised you were so many days ago as you lay shaking in my bed. it took me half the distance home to be honest with myself. and realize that falling might not be the worst thing i could do right now. what's wrong with hope?
however false?
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Everybody knows that falling in love is a bad idea, and everybody keeps doing it.
And me, I'm as guilty as the next person.
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