Eight Months
So often I feel like I’m not good enough for anything
But especially not you
I smile seeing how excited you get
And I ignore the sinking feeling I’ve had for weeks
The sinking feeling that the eight months
The eight months of doing my best
The eight months of reaching out
The eight months of choosing sleep over what lies in the dark
The eight months of making a choice,
Might all be thrown away,
Not because of you
Never because of you
But because of how I feel about you
How the love I feel for you is the same love I have felt a dozen times
Each with the same unhappy ending
Each time ending with me crying and wanting to never love again
But you know
You know how I feel
Yet you are still around
You said you just want to be friends
And I agreed
Not because I want to just be your friend
But because I need you to be my friend
More than I need to not feel heartbroken around you
So maybe the eight months will turn to nine. Maybe Nine to Ten.
Maybe I will hit a year.
A year of doing well enough.
A year of feeling exhausted, but still wanting to fight.
Because I know you
I know you care about me just as much as I love you
So maybe eight months won’t be eight months lost.
Maybe it will be the start of Nine months













