16 December 2012
I hate this but... Bleh. It needed somewhere to go. It's not really meant to make sense, but maybe it does make a little sense? Yeah, I'm sorry.
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Trying to describe you to someone who doesn't know Is honestly the most complex thing in the world, Much, much worse than describing left without right, Or a multitude of colours without using their names. It is trying to describe the sun without the moon, The stars without the sky, fire without water, Trying to describe you to someone who's never met you... It's nearly impossible, my love. But I do still try.
I tell them that you are the other half of me, You make me whole - like I was never broken. That your kisses are candy, stolen from your lips, Your hands are rough and strong and scarred, The way you play with my hair when I'm stressed Keeps me sane and as normal as I can be, The shirts I steal from your wardrobe are too large, But I wear them all the same because they're yours. There are unbridgeable gaps between us, that's true, We attempt to by learning more about each other. Your voice helps me through the darkest of nights, When I'm afraid I might do something like relapse, You are my reason not to and you keep me safe,
I try to tell them that I love you... But those words don't seem like enough to describe The mass of emotions you evoke within my heart, My head and the coldness of my untrusting soul. I will forever try to search for the words to fix that...
Sometimes they tell me it won't work out in the end. That this is just me being a teenager, being a stupid fool. To me... It might just be my teenage love - but it might not. You might break my heart, maybe I'll break yours. But, until then, stay with me. Please?
You. • Opuss № I