you were always falling.
Falling for me, walking out
I slept in his bed for months,
and all i did was compare. He was
I hated his kindness, the way
he looked at me like I was magic.
I loved that he thought I was magic.
I just wished it was you.
I missed your bed, and your arms, and how
long your hair grew in the winter.
But we weren’t talking,
and he was so loving.
Pleasant happiness instead of mind numbing
I chose one for the rest of my life,
and that’s all that was left.