when you kissed my lips;
the way you stuck by
when i'd gone awry;
you held me forever,
and knew every lever;
that's why.
the drives in my car
to nowhere real far;
the real late-night talks,
the nice mid-day walks;
me laying on your chest,
and you knowing me best;
that's why.
love.
who knows if it's real?
who knows if there's better?
all i know is what i feel,
and right now,
all i feel
is that i love him,
and it rips my heart
out of my chest
more with every
moment shared
and memory
remembered.
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