we argue about the slightest things we always voice our opinions but you say you would rather argue with me than be with someone else
I'm learning to love
your eyes shine like I have never seen and your touch is different than those before you but I feel like my love will destroy you inside and out
and I will swallow my pride
my corrupt soul is what is going to send you running and my unexpected nights of crying and wanting to end my streak of being clean but you still hold on and refuse to let that scare you
and anywhere, I would follow you*
you seem to know best for everyone but do you know what's best for me?