Love makes you crazy. Love glues your phone to your hand,
waiting for that text. For that call. For that notification.
It's just justification for the lies, but it's enough to send you mad.
Love makes hours seem like centuries away,
miles seem like planets and distance seems like dimensions apart.
Love is a red ribbon around your heart, tying two lovers together.
It's the bond between old souls, binding you down.
Love turns your heart into an anchor, grounding you to just one.
Eyes seem like books, chapters of stories I want to write with you;
waves I get lost in, my boat capsizing and my soul sinking.
Love is the storm that crashed my ship, pulling me under
and turning me into a ruined relic. Love is the ache in my chest,
waiting for my phone to ping. Waiting for you to come home.
Love is the fire that melts the ice in my heart, burning a brand.
Love is knowing something is poison, yet consuming it whole.
im still kinda upset that you left me on read, but i could never be angry at you. i guess i thought we were breaking apart, but the distance has proven to drive me mad. mad for the touch of skin on skin, mad for the exchange of words that i'd die for. i want the i love yous and the soppy messages. i want you. i love you.