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We're all just trying to save someone..
Living. Learning.
We're all just trying to save someone..
Maybe Ill lace the letter you've written that's been misplaced with my fingerprints some day..
Room, head, hair, life. All equally as messy..
Talking is just talking. What if I want more. What if I want feeling. What if I want touch, taste. What if I want your air to help me breathe. What.. if I just want more of you?.
"There's nothing worse than the distance between us.".
Things are moving as quickly as my head is spinning..
Darkness takes over the young, fresh night. The moon creeps it's way through clouds, finding its way into sight. I'm reminded again of everything you were, everything you are, and everything I need..
I fell for you through little pieces I've picked up along the way. Writings, pictures, people. I fell for you both in and out of context. Before you came around, and even more after you left..
You left some time ago, but I'm still engulfed in your touch. Still drowning, still tangled..
It would be nice to touch another's face in the very same way you touched mine..
I still miss you. Im still missing you from that night, every night before. I still miss you from the very first..
But maybe it was for the best. I would have spoken too much, you not at all..
The whole time I thought I needed you. All along, I think I really just needed you to be the person I made you out to be in my head. The person you first showed me. The person you quickly withdrew..
I feel so strongly about believing in it. And that, makes me terribly sad most of the time..
When I think back, I realize how stupid of a girl I am to ever want anything like it again..
Missing you has become second nature..
Sometimes people disappoint you, and sometimes you're the one doing the disappointing. You get over it, and move on. But me. I'm not so good at the moving on part..
Because there's times like these, I think of you next to me. Skin to skin. No fabric but the sheets that lie beneath us. You and I, and your breathing, and my breathing.
My hearts nearly beating out of my chest. Eyes closed. With every beat comes flashes of light. Loss of breath. From every flutter, every skipped beat..
The ride. The walk. The jump. The rooftop. The second fall. That kiss, oh god, that kiss. The inhales, the exhales. Those hands and these hands. You to the right Me to the left.
I was needing me to be the one..
Giving you everything, because you wanted nothing..
The thoughts that go straight from your brain to your heart, igniting every fuse on their way down. The way your arms and legs and entire body go numb from the thoughts.
Thoughts, things... scattered..
You and I you see, we're exactly what we needed..
Sometimes you think about things, people in different ways than you had before. And....sometimes... you feel really dumb for it because honestly, what's the point?.
Sometimes you realize just how alone you really are. But then you fall asleep, and it doesn't even fucking matter anymore. That's what I like about you, Sleep..
It's the thought of feeling someone next to you. They're miles stacked on miles away from you. Yet, somehow in some strange way, you feel them. Their eyes on you.
Tired of living and breathing inside of my head..
You wanted to kiss me but you didn't want the lips attached to me..
October came with new beginnings. New feelings, sights, smells. The air crisp with a new, yet eerily familiar chill. November brought words that should have been spoken, yet never were.
What do I think I'm doing and who do I think I am. This head of mine is a blurred mess..
I don't know where I thought I would be. But I do know I wasn't here, and I wasn't alone..
We don't know where we will be 3, 5, 10 years from this very moment. Here or there or maybe even down that way. That, is the most terrifying part of it all..
I love you. I've written it down on paper a thousand times, only to scribble over every inch of every word.
"You can't just come back," she said. "Why not?" He was miserably confused. "It doesn't work like that." "If it was any other girl at any other time this would be ok you know?" He shouted.
Will there ever come a day where I don't think of you.
I took a photograph of her after she had cried for hours. To remind myself of what I had done to her. A daily reminder, physical evidence that I tore her to pieces.
Ive been very alone for a very long time. I don't know how people do this. How they live, alone for so long..
Take me back, for I'd have kissed you sooner..
I need to feel you breathing again..
Sometimes you're just sad..
They have no idea what is going on..
It's sort of like you take my breath with every word you speak and every thing you do. Then, you walk away... only to keep the air you've stolen from me. You walk away and I'm still left breathless.
It's the approach followed by the departure..
Fuck not being able to say how you're feeling. Fuck the stupidity of having to play hard to get. Why can't we just fucking say exactly how we feel at the exact moment we're feeling it. It's simple.
With you, I'm simply never quite sure..
We've all got secrets and I'm just dying to be yours..
Driven crazy and destined to stay confused. All I know, is that it's you..
I knew every last bit of you was a bad idea. I just can't help it..
I still feel you. Sliding my hand up your chest to feel the pounding of your heart. Nervousness creeping in. Your eyes in a constant stare. All on me, all on me..
You come and go. And every time you come around, you literally blur out everything else in my life. Trouble, always..
It's hard dealing with people who leave you breathless. We should be able to enjoy the fuck out of it.
Sweet girl, Remember to breathe. Remember to stop and tell yourself everything is ok. Sweet girl, don't bring yourself down. Sweet girl, stay just as you are..
And all along, I'll wonder "Will it ever be worth it?".
Restless body, Endless lights. Thoughts, Daydreams through the night. You, you, you..
This time I swear it's different. This time I swear it's right..
It's you. You've never left..
All these words piled on top of each other. Constantly. Do any of them ever mean anything. The only ones I've found are empty. Empty words for empty hearts. What a winning combination..
Kiss me so that it takes me a second or two to catch up with the rest of the world, cause for me... it stopped for a bit..
Give me your skin, your ever tracing fingertips. Your lips. Your nose. Give me your stares, your quick, shy glances. Give me you. Your body next to mine.
Tell me it's real, that it's out there. Waiting for me to stumble upon it. Make me believe. Instead of playing make believe..
Contentment & settling. What's one without the other. Give me more. If you want me happy, just give me more..
Two worlds. Intimidation..
It's come to the point where trying doesn't even bring me luck. Waiting does nothing. Effort does less..
I'm tempted to keep the things you've said to me. Only to help me realize all of those words, don't mean a thing. All of those words won't ever mean a thing, from anyone.
The way I think of you, speak of you... And how often I do those very things, It's like I'm sick with them..
How frightening. I stick to one side of the bed at night. In hopes I wake up and someone occupies the other. In hopes that someone is you..
The day I taste you again Is the day I breathe again..
Thoughts, day dreams, voices. You, me, this. Exceptions, sweet remarks. Guided yet still blind. Passing of perfect words. Exchanging of perfect feelings. You, me, this. Strangely, perfectly, us..
I'm finding those little things in life That seem to be much to good to be true. Those are the things Id like to keep me going. Those are the things Id like to live for.
It's the silence in the darkness that's taking over again. It's the thoughts & feelings for you that have always been..
Winds continue to break us, Oceans continue to separate us. Feelings connect us, Thoughts trap us. The world continues to make sure there is, most certainly, no us..
I always look at the stars, I always think of what ifs..
The sound of rain. Darkness of night. Comfort of my bed. Only one thing could be missing. I suppose you know. You, and the feeling of your hands on my skin. Your lips on mine. You, me side by side..
You know, when it hurts your heart. You can feel it. I mean, really actually feel it..
In darkness you come to me. Your face, hands, skin, bones. I can see you. I can smell you. Touch you. I open my eyes to find only myself. Myself and the same darkness in which I swore you had...
Of all these thoughts and sights scattered in my brain. You're the only thing clear to me. The only thing I'm trying to hold on to..
Dying to save you. Have you. Dying for you to see you can't let horrible pasts ruin the things that should be....
You were there. Glanced at me first, said hello to me last. Hugged me too long, embraced too tight. The stares still same as they always had been. My nerves, wrecked for the first time.
All of these things, be they big or small. They speak of you in volumes. Silently screaming your name. Knowing I'm the only one with the ears to hear..
I always wish it were you calling. It never was. It never is. I'm hoping, wishing it will be..
It hurts to breathe, thinking of you. My eyes hurt. There's all these knots. My hearts a mess. Still. After all this time. After hardly any time at all..
There are certain things, Certain things one should know. All the things from your past, All of the ones that hurt, You deserve more. You deserve better. And her. She's no good.
Speak to me. Tell me everything. Ups. Down. Your ins and outs. Im dying to wander inside your head. Dying to pick apart the pieces. Only to put them back together again. The way they should have...
Cold rooms leading to Cold hands leading to Cold hearts. I’m watching you I’m watching us Turn to a pale shade of blue The exact shade of blue you swore We’d never be..
Calls. Voices. Fingers. Hands. Lips. Legs. Tracing veins. Eyes locked. Songs. Nerves. Loss of breath. Smiles. Heartbeats. Doorways. Silence. Brushing of skin. Heat. Restlessness. The smell of you.
"I want things to be different. And right." Those words. Every letter. Perfect. I'm left with nothing to say. No air to breathe..
This thing. What is it. What have you done to me. Why me. All of these things. It's you. I don't know what you've done. What you're doing. But I'm glad it's me. I'm so glad..
I have to stop thinking about you. It’s all the most wonderful things, And I realize it no longer matters. I need my mind back.
You came just as you went. Beautifully and unexpected..
It always comes back to you, my mind you know. Many try to change that. I try to change that. You and your beautiful ways. Your beautiful ways that will forever haunt me.
The days smell of you, Nights speak of you. The wind carries you, Cold air feels of you..
You. Your voice, Hands, Words, Touch. Your face, Beauty, Presence, Heart. It's you..
You meet. You speak. You can't get enough of each other. All seems so perfect and unbreakable. You're happy, and everything changes. They no longer speak.