I’m not the normal needy girlfriend; I thought I told you this before. I’m the one who’ll panic when you don’t text me back in an hour, automatically thinking you’re dead and how the hell am I going to tell your mother. I’m the type who will be cut too deep every time you say something that can even slightly be perceived as hurtful. I feel fast and hard; I hurt quick and deep. You breathing inspires poetry – as do your words and this love in motion. I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen and now you act surprised like you weren’t warned; my heart is so big, too big, and I don’t know how to reign it in when I’m in love with you. In 6 minutes it won’t matter but right now it feels like the world is stomping all over my tears. I thought I told you this before.