When you think about them all day
When you daydream about them
When you question if they are okay
When you're only worried about them
When you can't sleep
When you stress eat
When all you want to do is be with them
When all you want is to hold them
When all you want is to kiss them
When all you want is for them to know you are here
When all you want to do is cook for them
When you stop typing the message and erase the paragraph...
I thought I knew you better than anyone but even I could not see your sword plunging straight into my heart. I now live my life in paranoia of letting someone ever get that close again. Will they do the same. Will their dagger look differently. Will it be a nice shade of red as well.
She knows...
He's not hers to have...
Yet she still loves him
And the thing that makes her cry at night
Is the fact that
She couldn't help falling for him
And if she could
She would
But she knows...
That is clearly impossible.
I originally wrote this on a sticky note:
We can just be bedhead in the morning. If you wake up on the wrong side, I can be a smile that tries anyway. We can just be you and me, hand in hand walking nowhere, laughing hard at nothing with no plans of stopping. We can just be car rides where I ask you to drive. If you let me change the station I'll let you keep the windows open. We can just be the best and worst things that have happened to each other. We can just be broken pieces glued together. We can just be your trust and my fear of letting go. You can just be you. And I can just be me. And we can just be us.
There was this to ponder,
he was either the love of my life,
the one whom I had roamed
all of heaven and earth
in search of or a
muse sent by the angels
to catapult me out of my
former destruction.
but either way I looked at it
it was ultimately him that saved me
and for that,
what other choice do I have
but to love him?
if you love them, you'll let them go...I never understood that phrase, until I met you. I loved you so much that I let you go, so you could find your own happiness. Even if that meant I wouldn't be the one making you happy.
and so this isn't goodbye
this is the realization that
our souls have been
eternally tied;
the moment in time
where I vow to
always pray for you
to wish you the best
and to love you
in all the ways
refused by the rest.
a love like yours and mine...is no freak accident. we are a messy, yet beautiful predestined collision.
I hate you for being my safe space.
When you're distant...
Nothing can hide me from the storms waves
Tearing me apart and leaving me empty.
In your arms,
I am free, protected.
They creep in the shadows..
Waiting for you to be gone
If only you would stay...
If I told you that you were everything I ever wanted, could I have you?
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