Ive written too many words
To ask you to stay.
Too many letters that beg;
That spell out desperation.
So go ahead,

*Leave.

i wanted to write
exactly what i felt
but somehow
the paper stayed empty


and i could not have described
it any better

think of all the people you've ever met,
and all the conversations that have ever left an impact on you.
think of all the thoughts that those words prompted in you,
and all the actions they led to,
which went and touched more people than you can count.
innumerable words and thoughts,
little cosmic representations of the
souls of people touching us
every.single.day.
your life is forever and inexplicably interconnected with a million others.

Because all along it was fatal,
not fate.

If we never saw the sun,
Would we think the night is dark?

Or if we never felt hope,
Would we still feel such pain?

The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.