We need to talk

We’re talking.

Sometimes we’re sitting at a restaurant on a sunny summer’s day.

Our elbows are on the table, our hands moments from touching one another.

Sometimes it’s a cool breezy night and we’re both dressed up.

I’m wearing a fancy frock and you’re groomed in a black suit, white shirt.

We’re talking.

On a balcony of some posh party, like a pinnacle scene from a Rom-Com.

We’re talking.

But I only hear myself, perhaps I’m talking to my thoughts, to myself.

I guess I’ve spent too long romanticising this heartbreak.

We’re always talking.

I guess I’ve spent too long convincing myself that you care.

We’re always talking.

I guess I’ve spent too long justifying why I fell for you.

Why I love you.

Still.

I guess love is a car crash and I didn’t have my seat belt on.

 

 

 

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