Moreover, Thought(less)

Love was devastating,
unnerving,
unforgiving,
relentless in its control of both the giver and the receiver,

The question was always whether this fulcrum of ours needed to sit at an impasse,

I certainly believed in the give and the take,

and I believed I had been guilty,
very guilty of the latter

I wondered when you would stop looking at me the way you do,
when you would find me undeserving,

and I wondered why it was me to begin with,

and in my dreams,
in my reveries,
I longed for your smile,
for the way your chest felt next to mine,

and I hoped you would one day help me to open my own eyes

even to me