sjsprWriting

I know you know about heartache because the girl you loved left you for him.

I think you knew she never loved you like you loved her.

Maybe we know when people share our same intensity and passion.

I think about how I don’t really know you and how hesitant you are when it comes to me.

And yet how willing I am to let you know me and how open I am when it comes to you.

I don't think either of us know about measures and stopping at the right time.

How we always did things that seemed right but that turned out to be sloppy and awkward.

I know we are contradictory and fierce and sort of lovely in a way with our foolish actions. 

How maybe that's the way we balance each other, by filling each other's spaces. 

You always offered so little, while I always offered so much