I've got a secret I can't share, but You don't know me and
After all,
what good is a secret everyone doesn't know. I've been lying to the world. I haven't written because I didn't need to anymore. I love her, but I found a place I can hide that I don't and it follows me everywhere I go now. Funny, because
After all,
somewhere in hiding is our favorite place to be. I don't know why I'm so addicted to her lips, like cigarettes to mine. But just like chewing gum for nicotine, there's a substitute for the craving of her. Again, she is nothing more than an addiction. Killing me slowly and if I didn't wake up I would've never known, because sometimes it just felt so good to inhale her and,
After all
we're all dying anyway. Our sleeping patterns are just practice for the final, and my sleeping pattern isn't really a pattern at all. I'm mostly awake when the time comes for sleep, so I imagine different worlds I could live in, or I stare at the dark corners of a room because they seem endless enough to create my own.
After all,
she was my entire world, and I'm tired of being alone here, and I'm tired of sharing it with anyone else. I'd like to live somewhere that I'll fit in. Where I'll be enough for that little world of ours. Today, I saw her, and I am tired, and all I wanted was for her to stay home and be who she used to be, while I slept because,
After all
I did fall in love with her while she was sleeping. I remember brushing her hair back and kissing her cheek. From that moment on I knew I'd always love her and my nights could never truly end without me brushing her hair aside and kissing her cheek. I don't know what else I could do. It just happened. She fell asleep and my arm fell asleep but I didn't move. Instead I soaked in as much of her beautiful being as I could, sunk my head into her shoulder blades and fell into dreams along with her. And every time she sleeps so does my arm and I always kiss her and I always fall asleep thinking of that moment happening everyday for the entirety of my life. So, I take back the things I pretend are okay, and I take back pretending I wouldn't let you hurt me forever, because it's worth it. And so I (take back) taking back (my heart), I don't mind.