Maybe I’ll always have just a little bit too much to say to you.
Maybe there’s something about you that will always make poetry bleed out of me.
Maybe our story is the one that never gets to be rewritten.
Jesse Herzog
Maybe this is the only universe we ever get to exist in.
And maybe you and I just dont get a chance to make this right.
Maybe the words that we said dont get to be anything but broken.
Maybe there are just some people we dont get to love forever.
Maybe your eyes dont actually look like the color of cold coffee long after the ice has melted.
Maybe theyre just brown.
Maybe its dangerous to assume that only someone else can make you feel those things at all.
Maybe Ill always have just a little bit too much to say to you.
Maybe theres something about you that will always make poetry bleed out of me.
Maybe some people cross our paths to break us.
Or maybe they come into our lives for no reason other than coincidence.
Whatever the reason you were here, maybe Im glad you entered my atmosphere at all.
Or maybe Im not.
Because maybe were better off as strangers.
But maybe I dont want that at all.
Maybe I just need time.
Maybe you do, too.
Maybe I just need to let you go slowly until the freefall doesnt sound so scary anymore.
And maybe you just cant be the one to catch me.
And maybe, just maybe, one day we can be friends.
And maybe Im okay with that.
