He said,

“I’d make you mine—
if you weren’t impossible.”
He’s got me feelin’
Like I’m

unstoppable.
He tells me I’m
beautiful,

amazing,

fantastic,

wonderful,


out of the blue…
and all I can think to say back is

“… Thank you.”
I’ve broken his heart a thousand times already.
But he’s fixed his heart,

And made himself ready.
He’s always prepared for one more heartbreak.

And I’m playin’ like I don’t care.—


But inside,


I ache.
When I wake up in the morning,
and every night before I go to sleep,
he says,

“I love you,”
And I say it back, all along knowing he thinks,
it’s not true.
But it is.
Because every time we talk,
I get – lost –
in his sweetness,
so caught up in the moment,
that I forget


the mess.
Now,

I’m afraid,
I haven’t broken the habit.
We flirt,
We fall,
We fight,
It ends with heartbreak, when he hands over his heart
and I grab it.