You asked me if I loved you
I asked myself what it meant
This is what I came up with

The truth is
I never really knew what love was
Until I met you

All the little things
Small jokes to make me laugh
A hug to make me smile
Are intensified

The darkness in my brain
The shadows that cloud my memories
Are lifted when you talk to me

You know all the little things
My favorite color my favorite animal
Even know who Sam and Spencer are

You know my past
Are part of my present
Lead me into
A better future

You're the one
I don't want to share
Who I could spend hours
Sitting with just doing nothing

You've seen the real me
Haven't run away
You know who I am
Yet still decided to stay

This is what
Being in love
Really means to me

To be kissed
What a lovely thing it must be.
To have skin touch skin, briskly
In the gentle way, that soft tissues meet
That longing of cheek to cheek
Pressed against lips, not teeth.
Don't mind me. I'm just a girl,
One with lonely lips, awaiting,
Someone, to get a sweet kiss.
But she's now forgot, what touch
What it feels like. Skin to skin
When all warm and cosy,
Holding limb in limb.
She can't remember the long nights
The ones she stayed with him
When he held her tight
She can't remember his warmth
The heat he gave, that made all alright
But kept her calm and brave.

-Me: Friday, June 5th, 2015 (3:38am)