Chances Are

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

The Truth

The real and honest truth
Is that there is no one in the world
Who will never disappoint you.
With this in mind, I took a step back
And I watched from a distance
The number of people who return heartbroken,
And I tell myself that it will never be me.
Survival is my first instinct and trusting is my last.
I take my position, I hold my stance
From lessons learned, and moments passed.

The truth is that there are some people I want to trust
And that I know I can trust,
But old habits die hard.
And in infinity probabilities,
There is at least one that guarantees heartbreak,
And I’m not one to take chances.

The truth is that I want something more
And I’ve always wanted something more.
But there’s a high demand and a single supplier.
And I don’t want to know whether or not you want
The little I have to offer.

And the truth is that I’m happy with what I’ve got
Because there are no painful memories,
Only laughter and nostalgia.

But if one in infinity chances come, and I get what I want,
and then one in infinity chances come and that I’m let down,
the memories will hurt and I will retreat further back that I’ve ever been,
And the little faith I have in a love that does not hurt will be gone.

People want painful love, a passionate love,
The kind of love that kills you when you have it
And kills you when you don’t.

But love is not meant to hurt,
So although I want your love,
I don’t want to hurt inside.

By: Yasmina Silva