I wait for sleep to help me,
I can’t take you, I can’t keep this.
Yes, it is you.
Your hands are soft in the morning, like a noise that barley exists,
and your eyes hurt me, because I know one day, I’ll miss them unbearably,
and I know that nothing will ever prepare me for that sadness.
Don’t believe I love you.
I love your skin and how its heat warms mine- like that’s what it’s supposed to do.
I love the way your arms are like mountains to my fingertips.
I love your eyes, how they’re the colour of no one else’s. (they’re your colour)
I loved the crimes we always committed, but I loathed the consequences.
I love the unbareable highs, and the equally as unbareable lows.
Don’t send me flowers.
Don’t take me in your dumb luxury car
Don’t knock on my door.
Don’t you dare give me more attention than I’ve ever given myself.
You know this game too well.
If I can’t have all of you, then I don’t want half…
I love your oath, but hate the doubt.
