I am fascinated with your body
The way your hips sway with mine, and how they line up perfectly
Like the feeling of getting the last puzzle pieces to fit
Your hands hold mine like a newborn baby; so fragile, so soft, so breathtaking
You remind me of a painted sunset with wind dancing across the sky as I lean in to kiss your lips that taste like paint and late nights
You know artists never sleep
and thats why you stay up late, wandering through the streets with me
I know you think a lot, and I hope 90% of it is about me
But I get this feeling like I'm suffocating with my own air, and I can't breathe, because the thought of loosing you, is like the earth without the sun
and I just can't let go
You're my tidal wave of madness, and my sunshine wrapped into one
And I just hope that all of our pieces fit, and that the late nights are spent with me
Putting our puzzle together

I love that you dream out loud
You say things that make everyone laugh at your far fetched fantasies
Yet in conviction you voice your thoughts as though they are in the mailbox coming into reality
I love that you dream and imagine things happening that are not really realistic
I love that you dream them anyway and believe that they'll happen someday

Maybe it isn't so bad
To have someone you love
Not love you the same way

Maybe it isn't so bad
To fall in love with an eternity
One filled with pain

Maybe it isn't so bad
To be the only one loving
To be the only one caring

Maybe it isn't so bad
To die
As long as it's still real

Maybe it isn't so bad
To watch you fall
To watch you love another

Maybe it isn't so bad
To rot in your smile
To see you happy

Maybe it isn't so bad
To see you leave
To see you forget

Maybe it isn't so bad
To love you with pain
Even if all it ever was,

was in vain.