nothing
I'd choose you. Throw this all away. It means nothing. I love you.
Words you throw my way as if they are as light as a feather. But feathers don't cut this deep. Don't weigh this much on my heart.
Sometimes I can't look at you, scared I won't be able to turn away. Scared that my eyes will betray me. Scared that you will see the burning love I've tried helplessly to quash.
But sometimes I look.
Sometimes the knife twists as I can see the light of another love reflecting in the green of your eyes and I turn the same colour.
It means nothing.
Through tears, shoulder shrugs and heavy silence. You say this. Believe it is reassuring.
But what do I mean if you chose nothing over us?












