it's the little things

It’s the little things

that keep us pushing,

that force us back to life

as the sun rises each morning,

pressuring us to heal from wounds that may never close up.

I never expected that’s what you put all of the importance on, that

it’s the little things

that made you love me, even if you didn’t know that I always noticed them.

I promise you you’re wrong,

because my life wouldn’t be the same without them.

The way you reminded me to remember all of the important things in my routine,

the way you forced me back to life when I was falling.

it’s the little things

that made it work,

even if I didn’t get it right.

Your hands sank deep within my soul,

right through my body,

Slowly caressing my skin before plunging into the deep end.

But it hurts the most because

it’s the little things

that I can’t take back.

I thought losing myself was bad, but

I never thought you’d imagine being better on your own.

But loving you was the best thing I ever did, my greatest accomplishment.

I don’t think I’ll ever get over the words that stung so sharply because

it’s the little things (that got me in the end).