It's still going to hurt when it's over
I love like I never learned to hold back.
I love in ways that have never
been given to me;
my love given in comforting quiet
and little half-smiles.
In gas station treats, and
photos of every sunset before me.
I love in constructing sand castles
and sunscreen on shoulders.
I love in shared silly songs and my head
in your chest as I breathe in your embrace.
I love in diary entries and
nose snorting laughter,
I love like I could wake up tomorrow with
no place to put these feelings in my chest,
like every ounce must be given
while I've still got the chance.
I love in silent speaking, tucking hair
behind ears and keeping my eyes
on bright irises.
I love how my heart tells me to,
even when no one is loving me back.








