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How did I get so lucky?

I love you

not because you own me

but because you know me

Sometimes I try to choose my favorite picture of you

and then I realize that every picture of you is my favorite

Tell me

does it hurt being free

or are you catching me because

somehow I have made your arms into a net

somehow I am better than nothing

I thought I could fly

but now I’m cutting myself on the mountain peaks

and dipping too close to the dark

I am not anyone to chase

but I let you

with every word

every breath

every fingertip

you make

the yesterdays

when I didn’t have you

feel like so far from enough

She loves me like I’m brand new

when did I become so bold

I need to say

don’t date a writer

she will spend too much time looking up

and not enough looking at you

she will fall in love with every little inch of skin she paints

I am terrified

you are too good for me

we are too good to be pulling us down

People think

I am good at being alone

then

when I am alone

I scribble just how wrong they can get