So full of honesty
That I nearly choked on the strength of them
While I was pouring them
Onto those clean sheets of paper.
I love the number three;
I think I may have mentioned that,
At some point or another,
Though I can’t remember for sure.
Things have been like that a lot recently.
I keep finding that the little memories
Are slowly slipping away from me.
You’d think I would mind:
You’d think I’d object to losing
A second with you,
Even if the seconds I’m losing
Are ones already spent in your company.
I don’t, though.
I’ve found that I don’t care
If I forget some tiny details,
Because I remember the emotions.
I remember how it feels
To be curled up against your side,
Even if I can’t remember our conversation.
On top of that, I’m fine with replacing
The old memories with new ones-
Each sweeter than the last.
I’ve never been one of those people
Who puts everything into a relationship.
I’m always too afraid
To fall as hard as I’m ought to
Into arms that might not care
As much as they pretend to.
With you, though, with you
I can’t help but give up everything,
Can’t help but give you my entire being
And every mistake and heartbreak
That I’ve accumulated over the years-
As well as a lifetime of pent-up love
That now I bestow on you.