Dark, Loved Things

I love you as very certain things are meant to be loved. And for your sake I’d write because I love you…. but not like that. I love you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so terribly sorry. But if I didn’t tell you now you’d end up hating me and for now I tell you this. Beware of poets and meaningless words tossed about like in a soup. Beware now of girls with kaleidoscopic eyes and the world at their fingertips. I’ll miss you though but never change the color of your soul, and the friendship of yours and my heart. Don’t leave me alone though because I can only love you like that…. If I wasn’t so horrible at love, I’d probably long to kiss you and hold you close. I think if I could love you like that everything will be okay and you and I will go out the same way and live our separate lives. Embers die love. So will yours. Bless whoever fixes and mends you and wants to love your heart. Truth is, you were always too good for me. There’s a lot of things I tend to know and knew about him. It was the fact that he loves me. He was more than just my friend….I bet they know. I bet they know you smell like pina coladas and that you cry in your sleep at night and that you have a high tolerance for pain. I bet they know that you endured the pain the past had put you throughout the years and that you have cried a thousand times searching for an answer or simply some angel to pick you up and catch you when you fall. Well guess what? I hope right now you are dreaming and I hope you’re doing what heaven had intended of you. Because the people who left you hope you do that too. He charms me with his voice as he croons like an angel. My darling; a storm is brewing and you are a hurricane.