Inevitables

The sun is low and it is setting and all of your empty promises come to mind, one after the other and I wonder if any of them will ever hold any real weight instead of simply hanging on the hopes of two young kids who want nothing more than to be together. I’m saying goodbye to my worry because in the end, none of them really mattered anyway. Nothing really does besides this moment, infinite and suspended in a constant state of waiting; for you to call, until our eyes rest upon one another’s again until our bones are let to tangle up in a knot held together by the sheer promise that we are never letting go. I wait for the day I won’t have to and I think of the way you look at me in the morning light as it filters through the cracks in your blinds. The gold and white in your hair, illuminated by those same rays that make your eyes shine so brightly when you smile at me, so small and unsure, afraid that I might not be all that you need when you are everything to me. I can’t explain your self or all that you are and sometimes it’s hard to hold on to, let alone grasp, but I hope that one day you can find it in yourself to let me hold you in my heart, to be mine, and be right, and to settle for the best of me while everything inside me screams that I might not ever be enough because all that you deserve and the small fraction that I am are two entirely different things.