dance

i love how you do everything by doing nothing at all. just by being.

i love how small the world looks from your arms. like i am bigger than all of it.

i love how you look at me when you think i’m not looking. i am.

i love the way we say we won’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t but we do. every time.

i love our delicate dance that spins my heart in circles. you keep me on my toes.

i love the doors i lock and the keys you find. and you leave it open.

but most of all i love that you don’t love me. i wasn’t made to be loved.