Loving you was helium.
It left my head in the clouds, swimming and swimming with no life saver in sight.
Loving you was falsetto.
I am not trained in this so at first it was beautiful, it was light,
but after so long, it hurt.
I’m sorry our timing was off, I never could keep a beat. No metronomes or pendulums could save me.
You never knew my poetry, you never knew the songs that filled my mind all the time because you prevailed them. You became the poetry in my mind.
Loving you was tiptoes.
It was lightweight and easy and carefully balanced but so delicate a gust of wind could make it come crushing down
The parking lot was breezy that night, remember?
Loving you was daisies.
your favorite.
Freshly picked until I pricked my finger. It was sweet and it stung but it was doomed the second it came out the ground.
—“Loving You Was Helium.” ( via @writersdelusion )
