The thing with these larger-than-life love affairs

Are that they don’t fit

They’re too big for life

And I’m kind of

Loose and insecure inside them

So maybe a love

That fits like a glove

A life-sized affair would be nice.

And you come in with eyes in flame

But leave me with questions

Questions I asked the sky

Am I worthy?

Call it chance, call it fate

When one day they responded

He responded to the questions that you gave me

And now there is nothing left to say

Except, thank you for your questions