If we kept track of every time
I hid inside my room
instead of hanging out
with you
Or rolled my eyes
Or asked a question
Without listening to the answer
it would seem like I didn’t love you.

But I do love you
Imperfectly

In the only way
A selfish woman knows
How. Which must sound
Just as weak as my love
Might feel.

But I’m trying
Everyday

So tomorrow
I will put aside the excuses
And shake myself out of the
Habit of treating you like
You’ll last forever

Because everyone knows
The years go fast.