It’s sad to think that,
as I lay here, unable to sleep without the sound of your breathing,
you sleep soundly.

It’s scary to know that,
if you said anything remotely similar to ‘I want you,’
I would crawl into your mouth and never leave.

It’s painful to know that,
even though my love for you is unending,
we closed at what could have been our beginning.

It’s too late at night for me to make sense of these words, but here I am, sleepless, making up hypothetical scenarios in my mind, and wanting to know if fear won your heart before I did.

It’s as if I lost a high stakes game of tic tac toe,
where the prize wasn’t gloating privileges,
but the opportunity to curl into your arms, indefinitely.

It’s upsetting to think that,
perhaps,
we never stood a chance.