i think saying i like her a lot is more romantic than saying i love her

even if liking her feels a lot like betrayal 

a question of if i’m allowed to allow my feelings to feel for her,  to yearn for her 

from the first time i saw her—begging for her heart in between glances,

and texts, and songs that play a melody from the heart of mine that i had left at her doorstep waiting to be squashed 

as she opens her door, to step out and look at me

instead, she reaches into her chest through the muscle and nerves, blood dripping

giving to me pieces of a person that i wasn’t sure could ever belong to me