It's been a while

For years I picked up my mothers heart off the bathroom floor, promising myself I would never give away mine so easily.
I've convinced myself out of love one too many times.
I told myself lets forget about the stars and the moon and the way he made you feel.
 but one time in the eighth grade I kissed a boy on a bridge, and my friends told me "now that is love."
I've always been the type that sticks around too long and feels uncomfortable when its time to say goodbye.
I don't give away I love you as easily as I say hello, but I told this boy I wanted to love him.
I told this boy I wanted to love him, but he had already met love before.
 He shook her hand and told her
"It's nice to finally meet you, i've heard a lot about you."
I was afraid i'd hid behind metaphors and words for far too long "I love you" sounded a little bit like
" Drive safely"
I promised myself I wouldn't write about love anymore.
but I was born on a waxing crescent moon with 32% visibility and I think that says a lot about who I am today.
I've never been the type to stick around long enough to say " I love you."
68% of my soul was always in hiding
so I think he would be understanding if he knew I paid the moon to hide the night we spent under the stars.
I promised myself I wouldn't write about love anymore but I want to remember this.

I want to remember swallowing I love you and reminding you to drive safely.