Sunday, October 9, 2016

Counting days and weeks...


I met you in the dark, you lit me up,
you made me feel as though I was enough.
We danced the night away, we drank too much,
then you smiled over your shoulder,
and for a minute, I was stone-cold sober.
I knew I loved you then,
but you'd never know,
because I played it cool
when I was scared of letting go.