Chances are
People won’t believe in teenage love stories.
Chances are
They will dismiss it as raging hormones
People don’t believe us
When we say we’re in love
But there are only so many ways that I can say
That I love him so much it hurts.
You knew me as a complete person
But I am incomplete because he has another part of me
Resting perilously in the palm of his hand
Risking an abrupt fall.
Chances are
You will not understand when I say
That breathing has become so difficult when I am not breathing his oxygen, his scent, his existence.
Chances are
You will not know how my heart swells in my chest and my throat because it is so filled with vulnerability.
I don’t think you know
Why I would stay if I cry
But crying in his presence
Is far better than dying in his absence.
Chances are
You think I’m crazy, because you’ve never felt this way so young.
But if young love was not true, I would have kept my heart to myself.
Chances are,
You do not understand.
By: Yasmina Silva