Swimming

They say you can’t measure love but if I could somehow measure how much I loved you oceans would empty and your night skies would turn pitch black. They say it’s a needle in a hay stack but to me it was the needle and every straw. It’s every tear and every laugh.

I don’t see your face in the morning light waiting for me by the benches or looking at me through the sunset

i don’t have love, not at all

but i could never get over the amount of love and that if I could put it into numbers infinity would still not be accurate.

I always wondered why my lights were brighter when I had you around but when the night turned as dark as it did I realized nothing in this world comes for free, that the world keeps score and eventually you run out of luck.

They say love has no boundaries, I’ve definitely seen the boundaries, I often push them myself. I would’ve loved to believe you loved me as much as you claimed. But a part of me always knew you were pushing me off slowly, every time you’d whisper you loved me. A part of me knew you always meant to kill everything I was willing to give you.

So tell me, are you still mad to see I can survive the fall?