You speak sour lemonade to me The
bitter taste won't let me be
One kiss was supposed to be so sweet But I
found grapefruit in your teeth
Old gum is all you'll ever be to me I
spit you out and brush my teeth
Maybe we’ll meet again,
when we are slightly older
and our minds less hectic,
and I’ll be right for you
and you’ll be right for me.
But right now,
I am chaos to your thoughts
and you are poison to my heart.
You know that place
between sleep and awake,
that place where you
still remember dreaming?
That’s where I’ll always love you.
That’s where I’ll be waiting.
Maybe falling in love again won’t fix your heart,
darling,”
he said, cupping her cheek, slowly moving his thumb
across her soft skin in circles, “maybe you need to fall
in
love with the little things first. Fall in love with moments
and seconds and seasons, with objects and sunsets and
rain and the moon. Fall in love with fictional characters
and the smell of a new book, fall in love with coming
home after a long day and pouring yourself a hot cup of
coffee. Fall in love with yourself, your freckles, your
waist,
your smile, that dimple on your cheek. And whenever
you’re ready,
fall in love with me.