“What’s the one thing someone could say to you that would make you instantly fall in love with them?”
I know this won’t be easy.
I will do my best to make sure you miss me in
ways that are too small to see without
microscopes, while I’m missing you in huge chunks
of overdramatic puzzle pieces that aren’t
one-of-a-kind but are damn hard to come by.
I can’t love you how you imagine, a force that
strong would break you. Instead, I will smother
you slowly, destroy you in stages.
I will write our lives out and perform them for some
random audience while you sit backstage and wonder
whose eyes I’m looking into as I recite words I
swore were yours.
But they were never yours.
Nothing is ever yours.
And the day will come when you realise that
expecting things from people comes with a price you
can’t afford. So you’ll slam doors and
whisper threats but none of it will be loud enough
to drown out my voice, crackling that no one but me
will ever love you.
No one can love you but me.