I dream of confessions of love
Your face
And your hands on my waist
You are soft in my dreams
Vulnerable
You tell me that it’s all been a farce
That you really love me
And you were scared
Scared of the oceans you feel for me
But I am forced awake
And the darkness in my room laughs
Because we’ve been here before
It knows this story
My brain is my downfall
It’s rosy colored hues
And romanticized ideals
Not talking
Means not wanting
And ignoring
Definitely doesn’t translate to I love you
Life isn’t a romance novel
If he is silent
Listen
And walk away
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
I dream of confessions of love
Your face
And your hands on my waist
You are soft in my dreams
Vulnerable
You tell me that it’s all been a farce
That you really love me
And you were scared
Scared of the oceans you feel for me
But I am forced awake
And the darkness in my room laughs
Because we’ve been here before
It knows this story
My brain is my downfall
It’s rosy colored hues
And romanticized ideals
Not talking
Means not wanting
And ignoring
Definitely doesn’t translate to I love you
Life isn’t a romance novel
If he is silent
Listen
And walk away
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