if the first time he says he loves you sounds more like an apology than a confession, run.
tell him you've heard it better in the way the trees speak with their leaves, in the way the earth sings to its undergrowth.
tell him you've heard it better in the sky and the clouds just after it rains, just after everything is born again.
tell him you are full of far too much love for yourself to be loved like he's sorry for you. to be loved like holding a broken thing. like every time he kisses you it tastes like regret, like the morning–afters are all bitter with it.
tell him all the places your bones show are battle–scars. that you've fought wars for this type of love. that you've forgotten what it was like to be tame.
tell him you've found lionesses under your skin.
tell him they won't rest for mediocre things.
[ song ; fuck love - xxxtentacion ft. trippie redd ]
