With every ring,
My heart sinks lower
Into my chest.
Regret, and remorse,
Float to the surface
All at once.
My head feels as if
It could explode
At any moment.
Every minute that
Passes since my last
Text, my eyes
Begin to water, a sob
Gets caught in my throat.
I'm so sorry.
Our First Fight
Picture it: our first fight.
You're on the couch watching T.V.
while I'm in the kitchen,
washing dishes and stealing glances at you.
I fall asleep on the couch that night--
unable to will myself into the bed.
Once the lights are out,
I listen to the voicemails you've left for me.
I feel the tears well up in my eyes.
I'm tempted to crawl next to your
sleeping form, I feel it's been
ages since I felt your body next to mine.
I sit up, but am unable to move an inch farther, instead,
I stare into the cold, empty fireplace.
The next morning, I find myself wrapped in a blanket,
this small act of kindness reminds me of how trivial fights
can be, in fact, I can't remember why we're fighting.
So, I write you a note and leave it on the kitchen table, saying,
"I'm sorry. I love you with all my heart...
for better or for worse."
You come home and find my note,
as well as me sitting on the couch with
You sit next to me and give me a
long, loving hug.
Though I know this will not be our
last fight, we will always come back
to each other.
Every time I look at your face,
into those kind eyes,
I remember every reason I fell in love
and the reason why I want to spend the
rest of my life with you.