Most days my fight won’t be with you, it will be with myself Failed attempts to settle a row with my mind Screaming concerns from heart that you deserve better than me even though no one will love you in ways I would I will fall in love with you, memorise your heart like the ridges of my palms Air out your thoughts before you’ve spoken them out loud because I can hear the clock ticking behind those striking eyes Most days I will soil your laundry shirts by the tub
with my tears
silent and invisible
because I can’t have my tears torment your sunsets
Most days I will hurt in silence
because you like the sun and cold brew and the snow
because I want you to remember me happy
the smile you’ve given me is the best I’ve had
Most days I will fall short of the person you think I am
Dancing on our bed at 2am in your t-shirt
Crying at 4 ‘cause all of me aches from the love I can’t carry
most days I will love you more than I will ever love myself