That my whole word fell apart.
Before I went to bed though, I realized something, too.
I'm honestly in love with you.
They say love hurts,
And there is indeed an ache in my heart,
As I proceed to imagine a life without you.
I have been in love before, once or twice,
But this is something I cannot describe.
For I am familiar with the feeling, with the aching, and the yearning,
But this feeling of doubt and insecurity is new to me.
Is it that you are too perfect for me?
Possibly, I am just not used to be treated the way I deserve to be.
There is no sacrifice,
There is no misery,
There is no sadness,
I only feel fright and happiness.
Fright because I am scared one day you will realize how perfect you are,
And that you will walk away, just has everyone before you.
Happiness because you truly care about me and love me,
And I am ready for whatever hell comes before us.
And for me, that is saying a lot.

I feel as though I am being lied to
And that every motive and every action of my life
Is not real
Is it that life is unfathomable
Or is it that
I am going
Slowly
Insane

I've never had butterflies;
Nor have I feared goodbyes,
Or constantly questioned if my hair looked just right.
But I can't deny the way you make me feel.
It's like sand being collected in a bottle,
And over time it begins to overflow,
And the emotional bliss can no longer be contained.
It is so soon, so soon to be feeling this way.
But I have never felt this way before,
And I've never been more sure,
That I'm falling for you.
I've never had butterflies;
But when I'm with you
My heart splits right open,
And the sweet nectar of the rose where my heart is,
Attracts all the wonderful monarchs of the world.

And stubborn,
And somewhat self absorbed.
But you're gentle,
And careful,
And difficult to ignore.
So why can't I call you out on your annoying tendencies?
Do you feel the same way about me?
Do you rest your head on your pillow, and reminisce on the times we had?
Do you ever believe in fate?
Or that someday we can escape,
From this world we've grown too fond of?
Do you read between the lines,
And figure out my lies?
Do you ever cry?
Was there a time you fell in love,
With the simplicity of,
Something you can't describe?
Will you ever hold my heart,
Inside your arms,
And for once, tell me it's alright?
Because I can't forget the days,
When your face was not just a face,
But something so wonderful, I just could not describe.
Or will there be a day,
When all my dreams slip away,
And the home I created in your bed,
Will no longer be a home,
But a shallow hole inside your head,
Making you remember the times we spent,
Rather than forget?

This feeling
Is unfamiliar
Yet so right
It hurts
But not painfully
But joyfully
And I can't muster words

To tell you
How I feel for you
How I taste you
How I can't resist

You
Are something
Else

I’m sorry but I’m actually going to begin reevaluating my life. I need to buckle down, and just get things straight for once. I can’t continue wasting my time with pointless, mindless things. I need substance. I am going to improve academically and just **** all social insecurities. I’ll be out of this town in about a year, I can handle a year of solitude. I find it easier that way, anyways. So, I’m sorry for being a ****** person. But I’m not going to apologize for anything anymore, because if you don’t like me, don’t like my concern, don’t like my emotions, and most certainly don’t like the person I’ve become, then I don’t think you are worthy of another apology.

I’m sorry but I’m actually going to begin reevaluating my life. I need to buckle down, and just get things straight for once. I can’t continue wasting my time with pointless, mindless things. I need substance. I am going to improve academically and just **** all social insecurities. I’ll be out of this town in about a year, I can handle a year of solitude. I find it easier that way, anyways. So, I’m sorry for being a ****** person. But I’m not going to apologize for anything anymore, because if you don’t like me, don’t like my concern, don’t like my emotions, and most certainly don’t like the person I’ve become, then I don’t think you are worthy of another apology.