i know there is a possibility when i wake up tomorrow morning, your head will no longer be laying next to mine.
I’m well aware.
still i love you tho with all my heart.
i cherish our seconds together even if we end up spending eons apart…
if they only understood the feeling i get when you we are next to each other just simply existing not even speaking
they would understand why i go through the amount of pain that i do, just for a couple of moments next to you.
if love was supposed to make sense it wouldn’t be love now would it? Your eyes feel like home and your smile feels like safety
I’m done trying to make sense of it, the way you kiss my forehead sends waves across my body, or how one sign of attitude from you is capable of making me jump at your throat and come for your life.
however if we didn’t care, we wouldn’t always fight the way we do, it’s a bit toxic but the kind of toxic that is almost enough to kill you, yet leaves you begging for more.
I’m sick of trying to piece this together, every-time you leave, i leave, we swear it’s for good. I know sometime you will be laying next to me again, as you should.
we are the same, exactly the same and because of that we’ll always come back to each other the end of the day. I don’t know how to let go and neither do you.
So we hold on tight even when out of sight.
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.