I wish I could write better poetry for you.
My heart broke a little when you spoke of past loves that had fallen apart
as I wondered if you had loved them the way you do with me
and if your face smiled in the way that makes my heart swell everytime.
and as I stumbled telling you about mine
I had a sudden realization that you had taken their places in my heart
And I felt scared,
Scared that I could be so happy with you,
And that this need for you was beyond
The physical aching that my bones feel for you
But that my heart had some how managed to stop drowning for a while
And found salvation in your words.