Fall Harder

Three letters. Three notes So full of honesty That I nearly choked on the strength of them While I was pouring them Onto those clean sheets of paper. I love the number three; I think I may have mentioned that, At some point or another, Though I can’t remember for sure. Things have been like that a lot recently. I keep finding that the little memories Are slowly slipping away from me. You’d think I would mind: You’d think I’d object to losing A second with you, Even if the seconds I’m losing Are ones already spent in your company. I don’t, though. I’ve found that I don’t care If I forget some tiny details, Because I remember the emotions. I remember how it feels To be curled up against your side, Even if I can’t remember our conversation. On top of that, I’m fine with replacing The old memories with new ones- Each sweeter than the last. I’ve never been one of those people Who puts everything into a relationship. I’m always too afraid To fall as hard as I’m ought to Into arms that might not care As much as they pretend to. With you, though, with you I can’t help but give up everything, Can’t help but give you my entire being And every mistake and heartbreak That I’ve accumulated over the years- As well as a lifetime of pent-up love That now I bestow on you.