I refuse to apologize for little things
like how long it takes me to do something
or how much space I take up
Every once in a while you meet someone
and you immediately know that one day you’ll grow to love them.
It took me 6 months to accept the ups and downs that came along
with loving you before agreeing to all of them.
I asked my friends everyday if you were the right choice and even though they said no,
it didn’t matter because you were my choice.
You were not the rash decision my mother warned me about.
I said “I do.” before you ever even thought of proposing.
I gave so much of myself to you until there was nothing left except loose screws.
My mother always told me not to put myself in the hands of a broken man because all he knows how to do is break.
I agreed to this.
Swallow me whole.
Take all of me,
not just my body.
This is love, I swear.
(is it still a sin if I lie to myself?)