i wanted it to be beautiful,
i wanted us to be beautiful,
i wanted it to be how it was before,
but now im stuck in november
and everything is turning cold again.

ive come to realize that sometimes forever
is cut short, and some memories are only made to last in your heart.

ten, fifteen, twenty years from now, i will still remember you, and how you bite your jaw when something is wrong.
ten, fifteen, twenty years from now, i will still carry you, and all the stories you told me at 3am when we couldn't sleep.
because god were we in love.

with you i wanted to be on fire,
but all i feel is the burn.