it is 4:55 in the ******* morning. i blame you. it's your fault that i am up this late. countless thoughts. racing mind. wondering imagining. what it would be like. to be loved by you. but that's as far as it goes. my own imagination. and once i realize that.
i wish. with all of my heart. that one day. maybe. i could look at you the same way that you look at me. and return the love that runs deep within your veins.