The world won’t stop turning without us but it sure as hell will spin a little slower if we get off.
Time goes too fast when we’re together and I’m moved to believe that when we’re apart, it goes too slow.
Time is relative.
And this is love.
We are love.
Maybe not in your eyes, but in mine it doesn’t get much better.
This feeling is what people search their whole lives for, what they live for.
I live for you.
When you look into my eyes I know you see the colours of the world you wish you lived in because you’re right, I could complete you.
I do, because you complete me too.
And there was never a “me” without you.
And without you there’s a space left in my heart shaped like the contours of your body that I know so well, and it couldn’t be filled by anyone else.
I lay with you and listen to your heart beat so carefully so as to try and decipher each beat and your desires.
If I break down your walls, will you tell me I can fulfil them?
I crave the words that you keep on the tip of your tongue; that you prevent from slipping out.
I can read you like a book because you’re on every page of my story.
If you magnified my mind you would be overwhelmed by the intensity of the thoughts that plague me like a disease I don’t ever want to find a cure for.
I don’t ever want to be cured of my addiction for you.
You hurt so good.
I need you so bad.
Maybe you’re my drug.
Maybe you’re my medicine.
Either way, it’s a prescription I want repeating for the rest of my life.