Those nights that your mind fed you lies,
the nights that you acted out thinking that I didn't love you anymore
thinking that I had just stopped..
Every single one of those nights?
I wrote about you,
I still loved you

My love,
My muse,
My "I didn't sleep much lastnight" when I'm absent minded the next morning at work,
My 2 a.m poem

I think the silent write.
I can't get out a sentence without stuttering
or sounding like a complete idiot.
I can go over a sentence 12 times in my head
but when it comes to saying it,
I am not capable.
but I can put a pen to a piece of paper
and write you a story.
I write because I cannot speak.

I used to write about all the ways that I love you
Now I write about all the ways that I loved you.



Does love stop or does it just subside?

When you love someone you feel everything.