I wish I told you when I fell in love with you.
But to be honest… I don’t even know when that was.
When I knew I did, all you said was why would you even like me? As if loving you was the worst thing that could have happened to me,
and that
you were
somehow
undeserving of love.
I’d respond giggling saying, I don’t know
And you would go on telling me how you feel like you “beat the system”
I suppose you did… there was ...
No pleasantries.
No dates.
You were always there - a friend.
I fell in love with you somewhere between drunken nights and your bedsheets.
Tangled in them like an aerial silk dancer four days a week.
I entertained you.
Sometimes, I wonder if that’s all I was.
Your entertainment.
