loving you has been nothing but a terrifyingly easy thing;
overwhelming combination of bliss and comfort
undermines the suffocating years of yearning so,
in between yesterdays and somedays, still, my heart is yours
solely and completely, i guess it always will be

what if detangling ourselves is the best way to love each other
detaching from the possibilities of broken promises and never-ending fears;
the great trepidation of losing you to the uncertainties of life
or surrendering everything over our most mindless strife

what if holding on to you is the worst way to show you i love you
leeching off to your very being, draining all of its brightest hues
but love, detangling ourselves leave us nothing but regret
and holding on to you may be the best thing i'll ever get

— J | 12:58