mostlyfiction:

I wrote a poem today,
and of course it was about
how I loved you so much,
but lost you so quickly.
People tell us
that if we married
the first person that we
fell in love with,
we would all end up
being with the wrong
person. But I’ve loved you
since I knew what love
was, and how to say it
without tripping over
my own tongue.
And if in the start
of our relationship,
we wed,
I think I would have spent
most of my life,
learning what happiness
actually meant,
instead of sulking
in the feeling of regret.

Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break,
y’all,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.

 

- Buddy Wakefield

turned out to be a happy birthday, after all :)