Trapped In Wonderland

I want to believe that when we met we were just right for each other at that point in time. If we'd met sooner, we never would have worked out.  If we'd met later, we never would have felt that pull toward each other. 

You were the song I used to listen to on repeat, knew every beat by heart. I felt every high and low, every key and note, every word and tune and I could tell when you'd end and begin. 

The thing most heartbreaking about it all is falling in love again. It's insanity wanting to repeat the process, taking chances and trying all over again despite the failures and pain, now that, that has to be heartbreaking. 

Morning sun blazing through the window panes, curtains that flutter against the summer breeze, butterflies settling on my sunflowers awaiting a dehydrated death as the climate and my forgetfulness; both, deteriorate at the worst possible time.

If one day you don't love me anymore, please don't hesitate to tell me up front.     Dont wait.     Don't procrastinate or draw it out. Be open and tell me honestly like always.