I love a little too much, with an embarrassing passion.
It silently creeps into my chest, and spreads its branches, ropes itself around me until every fiber of my being is screaming “I love you” and “I want you”. It generously sits on the outline of my lips where his lips should’ve been, aching, longing to confess “I can’t stop thinking of you”. It weighs on my shoulders where his sleepyhead and the annoying sound of his snores should’ve been.
These feelings burn through me, settle when nearly everything’s turned to ashes. Then, I no longer want them.
-a.ch// inspired by a poet.