for now,
all i can do,
is trust that someone
out there,
somewhere in the universe,
feels the same way
i do.

when night falls
and you’re gone
i shut my eyes
and no matter where you are
or where i am
when night falls
you’re here
when my eyes fall asleep
you’re here
and i hate it.
but i miss you.
so i want you to say.

i just want those
long nights,
long drives,
just to see your smile.
i just want those
conversations
that last forever
just to feel, so much better;
but i can’t ..
no i can’t have any of those
without you.

"i don't sleep
cause when i do
all i dream
are dreams of you"

you see that's the thing with roses.
they look pretty, and they smell nice.
but wait until you grab one
and you get pricked from a thorn or two
and you see the same color red tainted on your finger,
like the red on that rose.

there’s two reasons why someone doesn’t talk about something;
it either means nothing to them
or it means everything to them.


if i was your everything then how come we became nothing? why couldn’t we be everything if i believed we could? why did  our “everything’s” meant nothing in the first place? why? just, why?