why does the world drain me of all that I am
but then expect me to fill myself back up like its nothing?

we were too much of everything
to just be nothing

Sometimes
The daydream of desired second chances
Is easier on the soul
Than accepting
That you’re lost in the heart of someone
With their mind on another

How is it
That I love him
Completely
Yet when the moon is bright
I think of you still

if you remember me
remember me curled up in your duvet watching you play guitar
remember my hair caught in your mouth and the way we'd laugh in between kisses
remember our firsts and how wonderful they were we couldn’t help but come back for seconds and thirds
remember how the parts of me and the parts of you kept getting tangled in each other
how when we walked away we were both left trying to separate the two
remember me and I hope it's easier to breathe knowing the kind of love this world has to offer

if this is what the wrong love feels like can you imagine us when we find the right