#stuck in love
I spent five years convincing myself that i would never in my life again meet someone like you. i was wrong. because i convinced myself that you’re perfect but you’re not, and it’s not exactly your fault that i thought the world of you but maybe you could have dropped the halo a little bit. everything i thought i knew was a lie. you’re not the person i’m in love with, not really. i’ve spent years wrong poetry about the way your voice sounds when you lose yourself in it, i never get tired. i could spend the rest of my life finding metaphors for the way that i think in a sense you might have saved me; fifteen and drink on my sofa. My point here is that i have turned you into a poem and ventured my whole life around it. and to you i am just a girl.
day 12: stuck