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I found a home In the heart of what you said to me: That you didn't trust yourself. But I trust you like I'd trust the kindling to fuel our friendly fire. Never quite ablaze but always holds a smolder. I'd trust you to feel me, and know me, and hurt me and still be the person I want to talk to on my cloudiest of days. Because I'd rather feel pain than feel numb and I'd rather try my best than be done. Because the beauty in your eyes isn't a color, It's knowing that there is a depth behind for me to find. Your complexity Strikes a curiosity in me that wants to break you down to build you up. Because a mountain of you would always be worth the climb No matter how rough the weather. And I know that these are things I've said before, My entire existence banes from redundancy. But you are new and you understand the bluest of my hues because you have them too. Part of me wants to shine in the darkest corners of your heart. But the other part knows you are not looking for a flashlight in me. I've been here before. It's starting to look familiar again. The thing about living life next to a window is that you always have a view of what's on the other side. But a view of you makes me grateful that I have the best seat.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
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I found a home In the heart of what you said to me: That you didn't trust yourself. But I trust you like I'd trust the kindling to fuel our friendly fire. Never quite ablaze but always holds a smolder. I'd trust you to feel me, and know me, and hurt me and still be the person I want to talk to on my cloudiest of days. Because I'd rather feel pain than feel numb and I'd rather try my best than be done. Because the beauty in your eyes isn't a color, It's knowing that there is a depth behind for me to find. Your complexity Strikes a curiosity in me that wants to break you down to build you up. Because a mountain of you would always be worth the climb No matter how rough the weather. And I know that these are things I've said before, My entire existence banes from redundancy. But you are new and you understand the bluest of my hues because you have them too. Part of me wants to shine in the darkest corners of your heart. But the other part knows you are not looking for a flashlight in me. I've been here before. It's starting to look familiar again. The thing about living life next to a window is that you always have a view of what's on the other side. But a view of you makes me grateful that I have the best seat.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
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