The hardest thing
About love
Is that it isn't harsh.
All emotions
Are used like poker chips
And we care
So **** much if
We lose.
But if its the real kind,
Love can't be lost.

You can just have me
take whatever is left.

I am
Always there, but
Where were
You?

We aren't
always
The problem

The stars have been a little brighter,
The night doesn't look as dark as it does blue.
I stop sleeping with a light on,
In fact I sleep more often because I'd rather sleep than anything else, they aren't just naps anymore.
I stopped telling people I don't trust how I really feel and they begin to be answered in short.
Close doesn't seem enough to want to be close to anyone
He doesn't answer back as fast or want to confide
I don't want to push,
I want to breath.
Clothes are a little looser than before, and eating meat is eating too heavy.
They don't call much

The way he
loves makes a tsunami
look like a stream

And
don't

soon
you

we
love

will
being

run
able

out­
to

of
just

air.
*breathe?