Anticipation

And maybe it’s impossible to have
The same kind of love twice

It always seems like
One person gives so much
The other only gives a little
And there’s no scale
To measure the give and take

But I guess that’s the risk

I’ve always been the former
Always giving twice as much
And I know it’ll be the same with you
But I don’t care

I’m a car with the breaks pulled out
Accelerating down a steep hill
I’ve fastened my seat belt
And activated my air bags
But it all seems futile for the collision

You stand there at the bottom
With that glistening smile and open arms

And I brace myself for impact

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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