remember when you thought the last one was the last one?
“what a relief,” you told yourself
“i’ll never have to worry about falling in love again”
don’t let this one in so easily
remember when you thought the last one was the one
there you go again
rearranging your meaning of the one to fit the new one
again
you open your heart wide and you shove him inside,
before you even know if he fits
before you even know if he’s worthy of the width
before you even know if he’ll be safe in there
what if he’s too weak to survive in the dark
what if he’s too weak to survive in your heart
what if he rummages around and breaks something
careful now –
when will you learn to be as careful with yourself
as you are with everyone else?
you decide he’s what you want
but you wanted something different before him
is he the problem or the solution?
is he rearranging himself to fit into your heart
or are you shrinking and growing and stretching your heart to fit around him
if he’s worthy, it will be worth it
but if he’s not, you’ll have to fall out of and into love all over again
when will you realize falling breaks things
and falling again won’t fix them