how easily the heart rises and falls.
the heart is all permanence, sure of its assumptions;
yet reality is inconsistent, eager to be misread.
i should've wanted your heart.
i did. i did want it.
but with or without your heart i've got the love i need.
i've too much of what i need
to waste any room for what i want.
i think.
my heart disagrees with my head.
my heart says to my head, "there's no such thing as excess of love!"
my mind replies, "i am afraid to be reckless."
but lately, friends accuse me of bravery i didn't know i possessed.
i should hate to regret considering you unworthy of risk.
i might want your heart. maybe.
i don't know. i do care.
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