Soft in the Middle

by Shelby Eileen

how do you tell the one you love you think you’d be better off without them?

I don’t feel warm in your words anymore

I don’t want a great many things from life so the things that I want that I can’t have break my heart the most

(it is even ok to love her before you learn to love yourself)

here I am falling apart and you don’t even know that you’ve got my future in one hand and my end in the other words are the best version of me words love me words build me words wreck me words work wonderfully when I can’t find my voice words are all we have

I’m up all night thinking about you anyway, so if you needed someone to talk to at 3 am, I could be her. I can be the girl who loves you the way you want to be loved. I’m already there. I want to be your safe place. My heart feels like it was made to shelter yours.

sometimes poetry is enough the words are big enough to fill the space where the things you don’t have are missing from

Getting to know you, little by little, is one of the most exciting things happening in my life right now. You are so bright to me, so sunshine-y and beautiful, and the image of your smile makes me do the same, uncontrollably. This is just an honest letter to you. My heart finally deviated enough for me to write to someone new.

I think caring too much made us mince the affection we show to others

It doesn’t matter if it’s about how good love feels, how painful it is when it ends, how destructive it is when it breaks, how gentle it is when it’s with you.