The highs are what I live for with you. The highs come easy when I’m with you. When I’m within an arm’s reach of you. When you make sure that my hands are on you. The cramps in my hands remind me of the highs. Everything is normal when I’m with you. The butterflies are there. I haven’t had butterflies in years, but every time that I’m with you, they flutter. They make the lingering hurt, tolerable.
It’s when I’m not with you. The hurt comes. No matter what, it will come. The lows make me ache. It’s almost unbearable. You have no idea the hurt you bring me.
you will find someone,
who won’t sigh at words like commitment,
and whose jaw won’t clench, when you ask them to stay.
you will spit out the word ‘love’ so often,
that it will follow water down the drain and into the earth,
and you’ll see your work shining on the pavement.
you will be able to make your rent,
and still have a few bucks left over to waste on this month’s boyfriend;
waste it on yourself.
you will believe in something so deeply,
that it alone will be enough to make your feet touch the hardwood floor every morning.
you’ll laugh at all the moments, which at the time, made you feel as if there was nothing to live for, the moments where tomorrow’s chances of occurring, seemed slim to none.
the thoughts that lied in between your hair and the pillow sheets will finally reach your reality. And every tear stained, broken hearted, night;
will have been worth it.
Wait for it.