…so I thought I’d post this poem I wrote back in 2011 about a certain someone who I now have the pleasure of being irritated by every single day and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because I was broken, but he gathered up the pieces and helped me find the end of the sellotape.

I Thought I Was Done

I

am afraid

I

might be

falling

for you.

Hard.

Fast.

Totally.

Completely.

Utterly.

Why is it so easy?

I thought

that part of me

was lost.

Gone.

Broken.

Buried.

Bruised.

Forgotten.