The Last


I knew from the first time I heard your
heartbeat that you would be mine and I would be your last.

So, at the end of the day, I’m not interested in being your first or one of the many that came after.

Because everytime I look in your eyes,every time I catch you starting at me, everytime I’m out of breath at the thought of you, every time you stutter a little as you struggle to say what you think is the right thing (not knowing that everything said in your voice is the right thing) I know that you’re my best, I’m your best, you’re my last, I’m your last.

And now, because I’ve  shared my deepest fears and my most intricate thoughts with you, I forget that you can’t actually read my mind.

And in that moment, when I need you to know what I’m thinking the most, when I need you to know how much I need you, instead of telling you… I get angry at you for not knowing what i so desperately need you to know.

But I know it’s alright because you are you and I am me and we are we and we are infinite.

**Extract from my shortest love letter to you because you are the simplest and most complex poem ever written.

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