I wonder how much we say to each other is true You always say the right thing and I doubt your sincerity It's not like I'm always on the ball I'm human and stumble sometimes but you never falter and I wonder if I'm insecure or if I don't know the truth
everyday i wake up in pain emotional physical the kind i can't explain why don't you see why don't you care just expecting me to move on from yesterdays failures all of my underachievements my potential wrongs and i probably would if you didn't constantly bring them up being around you is a reminder of why i'm not enough and i have tried to numb myself but it hurts just the same but i'll keep it to myself you don't care to hear me complain i just wish you understood but i can't expect you to know being around you willingly taking blow after blow bruised after you're done accepting the way things are to you i am just another bleeding heart
I like your nose and how it is incapable of moving unless you are really happy I like your hair how it always falls into your eyes and you still won't get a hair cut I like your hands even though you think they're always too sweaty If they are, I haven't noticed when our fingers are intertwined I like your arms because before a simple brush of them sent a shock through mine and now they feel like home
As we lay our bodies intertwined She looked up and asked "How much do you love me?" Tracing my pinky finger from her lips down to the crescent birth mark over her heart I said "As many atoms that exist from here to there".