[mouthfulofmaybes]

"Maybe they're right — if grief is love's final translation."

[mouthfulofmaybes]

“I still look at the moon like you might be looking too.”

[mouthfulofmaybes]

I don’t ask for love anymore.

I just wish

You’d understand what you are

To me.

A heartbeat I can't discard.

A story without an ending,

A wound that’s a work of art.

You are restraint,

And I am overflow.

You are edges,

And I let it all show.

You mean more than you’ll ever know,

in moments you won’t keep.

Your name’s a lullaby and a bruise,

you haunt both dreams and sleep.

[mouthfulofmaybes]

But for now, I’ll smile like none of this shows,

While you come and go,

like you always chose.

(Pt. 3)

[mouthfulofmaybes]

And I keep pretending I don't still care,

That I don't wait for something that's never quite there.

(Pt. 2)

[mouthfulofmaybes]

You weren't mine; not really, not right,

But you linger like perfume at the end of the night.

(Pt. 1)

[mouthfulofmaybes]

You'll move on not knowing, and I'll move on not healed.

[mouthfulofmaybes]

[mouthfulofmaybes]

Sometimes, I’d act a little silly, a little cute,

Wanting your attention, even if it felt like a pursuit.

I’d want to be protected, to feel safe in your light,

But I knew better than to act on that desire, out of sight.

I’d wonder what you thought of me,

If I was attractive enough, if you could see,

Would I ever match the girls you find so fine?

Would you ever see me as someone you'd call "mine"?

I’d find reasons to be near, but never too close,

Afraid that my feelings would show, I suppose.

[mouthfulofmaybes]

January and December, so near, so far

Two souls tethered, yet drifting like stars.

My love, endless, a song untold,

A story of longing, of a heart too bold.

[mouthfulofmaybes]

I’d let him break me a thousand times over,

Just to feel his touch, just to be closer.

A hopeless romantic, caught in the glow,

Of a love that no one would ever know.

[mouthfulofmaybes]

"The wound is where the light enters," I’d say,

As love consumed me, turning night to day.

"I don’t want to beg, but can’t you see?

I’m drowning in this love, why can't you love me?"

[mouthfulofmaybes]

[mouthfulofmaybes]

Even now,

there’s still a softness in me

that belongs to you.

Not because you deserve it,

but because love doesn’t always leave

just because you do.