Sky of Mine
Does loving
really hurt this much?
Or is it just me
standing here
with a heart
that never learned
how to simply let go?
I have loved
like a house on fire.
Like this sky of mine
has only one star.
Like there was
no such thing
as too much.
Well—
does everyone
carry this ache
under their tongue,
or do I simply
mistake
loving completely
for loving correctly?
It’ll always be different for the ones who pour oceans—compared to their counterparts who measure it with teaspoon. It was destined to ache for you.
(Also what have you done, why are your post consecutively popping on my feed)