Love alone isn't
enough
so, what is?
Perhaps:
A dash of willingness
A shot of bravery
A pinch of empathy
Maybe
a cup, chipped is fine,
overflowing with
gratitude
Combine.
Let it rise,
Taste.
I'm still measuring.
Dear B,
​ I miss you. Thinking of you tonight, and I really have to stop myself from texting you. ​
Because what's the point? You still refuse to choose us. ​
-A
Ready, set, go?
Hope spears me forward
Stillness grips me back.
My heartbeat stays steady
even here
even now.
What's meant for me
will be mine.
But will it leave first?
If it does,
it will return.
I quiet the rise in my chest
having faith
in myself
and what’s meant for me.