Tears crumple to the ground
But so do the raindrops

And as you can't tell the difference
In which one is which

One soul gone
In a storm of millions
Would not ever seem amiss

I think I'm letting go

I think that it's time

For your sweet melodies to cease

And my sufferings to die

o.c.

Maybe I just want to fall asleep with your arms tightly but gently holding me, brushing the small wispies behind my ear, giving me two thirds of the blanket while telling me that the warmth radiating from me is enough to keep you warm for days.
Maybe I just want to lay my cheekbones and my jaw into your collarbone, to hear and feel your breathing speed up and mine slow down to match our heartbeats and merge them into one, to talk about my deepest worries and listen to your soothing words, and to wake up as the sun rises with your arm still draped around my waist and feel a small curve form at the ends of my lips.

a star that falls in love is in the most dire situation,

because they must sacrifice their existence to meet with another,

for when two stars come in the closest proximity as possible,

their ultimate fate is to collide and to explode into the darkness of the galaxies.

o.c.

stop making me think that you care about me more than you really do,

stop holding me closer than you can handle and back away when you can,

because as much I want to be near you every second of my every day,

if all you're going to do is leave me in the end,

please stop

step back

and walk the other way.