the thought of you

swallows me whole.

and i find myself

falling

falling

falling

into the never-ending greatness

of everything that you are.

and how

i am the one

who got to know you

in the way that i do.

how am i the one

that you chose

to love.

everything,

all that i am,

could never even

come close

to you.

you are made

of everything good.

of freshly washed sheets

and beautiful sunsets

and the feeling of a first kiss.

the first sip of coffee in the morning,

the smell of a brand new book.

i am old,

and worn out.

i could never be worthy

of a love like yours.

but i am too selfish

to not take it.

so i will keep

falling

falling

falling

and just hope

that you'll catch me

every single time.