What is wrong with love is that it doesn't think, it feels.
At some point you'll be in love with the most mistaken person; the *****, the player, the most unatainable people of all, a tragedy.
A tragedy only worsened when you do get them, because you'll only share a glimpse of life, the most beautiful and magical for you. But how brief that enlightening time is by no means proportionate to the agony of the dark days ahead once they are gone of your side.

He was lightning and she was thunder
            Always following.
Like Fall after Summer,
           And falling was all she could do.
She was the moon,
           Hidden inside the night,
watching her lovely sun shine from a far.

If I had a time machine I would always set it to the same date, August 3rd, 2012.
To that sunny afternoon when I was oblivious of who you were,
to the exact moment when you casually came out and opened up a beer.
I wouldn't change a thing, I'll just relive the couriousity I felt towards you and how nervous I got when you sat next to me.
I would go back and try to figure out why I decided to stay up all night with someone I had just met
                       and I would do it all over again.
I would still show up the next day to my 24-hour shift without a minute of sleep because I knew then I had hit a breaking pioint,
                      where there was going to be a different me before and after you.

I hope the tears you shreded one day
nurture the flowers that will blossom from your scars.

When tears come streaming down your face
and the world crumbles beneath your feet,
know that my shoulder is always there for you
To ease the times of grieve.
When you feel hopeless and just want to stop
I'll be the light that guides your way
and the breeze pushing your sails.
I'll show you that you're not alone
because your company is my love.

The days are going faster lately,
I'm keeping myself busy with work, and chores,
and reading, and noise.
I listen only to the electro music you hate and stay away from the songs you used to sing.
I find myself not thinking about you every minute,
and I also find myself unable to rest, unable to stop, because I'm scared of drifting towards you..
The days are becoming easier,
but the nights are still the worst.
When the lights and sounds are off and I get to feel the empty side of my twin bed, that's when I wish I could erase the past month without you, thats when I wish I could time travel to the day I met you, to our first kiss, to our first date, to the first time you held my hand, I wish I could time travel to the sight of you. I wish I could stop crying, I so deeply wish and pray to stop loving you. And then I pray a little harder for you to love me back.

Would you stay a little longer?-
                              and you flash that smile I love,
                              and your eyes sink into mine as deep as the ocean goes.
                              The sweetness of your lips takes me by surprise
                              while gravity shuts down.
                              My heart tells me this is home,
                              I think with you I could go to the edge of the world,
                              there's something about you that makes me feel safe
                                                                ­   and warm
                                                                ­                      and timeless.
                             Don't even ask again.
Sure, I'd love to stay.-