if you're curious, my favorite colors blue. i like to sing in the shower, if you'd like, i'll sing to you.
Sometimes when I think of you, I sit there quietly and tiptoe through our every kiss and every hug, trying to determine when exactly I fell in love.
You don't understand how I felt that day when you grabbed my hand and assured me it was okay. I could do nothing but think about what we were about to do, wonder if you were nervous too.
She sits in the corner, quiet as a mouse. Her thoughts are everywhere, bouncing about. The weight of the world is sitting upon her shoulders; each day earning more boulders.
You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.
I wish sometimes that someone would just give me the answer to the question pounding at the back of my skull. At this point, I feel like life has no purpose.
If it were up to me we'd still be a "we". If it were up to me we wouldn't have to hide shamefully. If it were up to me, things would've gone slower.