Ill be right by your side, till 3005
I’m not really good at confrontation.
With the simple phrase, ‘We need to talk’
You can have me at your knees begging for you to tell me right this instant, probably sobbing saying ‘IM NOT READY’ and ‘WHY’ over and over while my heart rate rises to an unhealthy pace, cold sweat emerges from underneath my skin, my stomach begins to turn, the room starts spinning, and my body begins to shake to a point that is not even readable on the Richter scale.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hi, this is about you
The fact that your name raises hairs and brings the color red to my face
The fact that the sight of you stops me in my tracks and commences ceaseless stuttering
The fact that the thought of you and us still sail through my head as if nothing you have ever said changed my mind
Tells me that I’m not over you.
But I promise, that I’m trying my hardest.
And yet, here I am. Still head over heels over a girl I hardly know anything about, who sprouted butterflies in my stomach, kindled a warmth in my heart, and a bloomed a blushed face
with the simple action
Your heart is bleeding,
but you look gorgeous in red.
So wear it proudly.
Thats my little sister.
Is there some certain satisfaction that people get when they don’t reply to someone’s text?
Idk man. Hate that shit.
I’m in Las Vegas
I’d kiss you once but
How do I end a kiss when I
Want it forever
Have you ever sent a text
read it back to yourself
and you’re just like
Facebook is poke/chat recommending people I haven’t talked to in ages.
What’re you trying to do to me facebook, set me up for a completely awkward conversation or what?
We spent too much time together.
If it was well spent isn’t something I can answer
You bring me sanity and insanity. The lack of your presence gives me anxiety yet the time you are here it drives me crazy. The longer you’re here the more I want you gone, the longer your gone the more I want you here. Your presence is bittersweet. You bring me comfort then turn it into pain, yet when you leave all I can think of is being surrounded by your being. Its hard to describe the feeling because you bring me things I need and don’t need. You are the medicine to my ailments and the disease to my sickness. You fuel my hatred but rekindle my sanity. I want you here but I want you gone.
Silence. You bring me a double edged blade
Silence. That I cannot seem to grasp without hurting
Silence. Myself or the others around me
Silence. Because all I want is noise but all I want is
The night is filled with your presence.
Protect lil b at all costs.
The bags under my eyes
the sleepless nights
filled with thoughts
of what was
and could’ve been.