im sick of writing just for it to cycle back into yesterdays pain

i used to tell myself it was just a case of writers block


im really unsure why I'm still thinking about you


Even after everything you're the person who id want to rest on

i keep seeing people with hair the same colour as yours

and feeling that feeling before a first kiss or

realising you're falling in love

maybe not in love

i've always been indecisive

realising you're falling in lust-maybe?

so being so sure on you is a foreign feeling

slightly lost

ive just entered a labyrinth

i know i can get out

i can run back to safety

but a minotaur never felt so magnetic

its peculiar

  
Yesterday i saw someone with a brow bone as prominent as yours

it felt homely

welcoming


My father told me my next boyfriend should be called your name

i cant help but think that means something


I don't know if i'm over-romanticising you into somebody you're not

and it hurts that i know this wont be mutual

a manageable ache possibly

Maybe i just need this imaginary person i've conjured you into
to comfort me

but id just really like to wake up in your bed sometime


Forgive me for mythering