You make me feel like this is more than a "more than," a "less than," an "equal to."
More than infinity, a vector, a scalar. A page-fifty-seven-numbers-one-three-and-twenty-two. More than "x" approaching it's limit. More than a dopamine, seratonin, oxycotin cocktail.
I'm a little drunk and I love you.
You're worrying and I love you.
You're overthinking the unthinkable and rationalizing the irrational and I love you.
You're crying into my existence and I love you
You're spinning in circles on the second time we hung out and * holy mother ******* God-playing-hide-and-seek, I love you.*
You make me feel like Moses parting seas and leading all of my dreams across to a Holy Ground.
Like a supernova explosion and you're my black hole.
Pulling
me
in.
Pillow talk of original sin.
You remind me of documentaries : curl up on the couch and spend the day away in blankets and still not have wasted a **** minute.
I love you more than words can know, and when I told you that, you held me tighter.
My head feels heavier but my heart a lot lighter.
I feel lucky to know you, let alone love and be loved by you. I don't believe in miracles but I believe you are a blessing.
I hopped to the edge of my bed and found the Atlantic Ocean staring me down
You haven't even gone, yet I still find myself counting down the days until you return.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
You make me feel like this is more than a "more than," a "less than," an "equal to."
More than infinity, a vector, a scalar. A page-fifty-seven-numbers-one-three-and-twenty-two. More than "x" approaching it's limit. More than a dopamine, seratonin, oxycotin cocktail.
I'm a little drunk and I love you.
You're worrying and I love you.
You're overthinking the unthinkable and rationalizing the irrational and I love you.
You're crying into my existence and I love you
You're spinning in circles on the second time we hung out and * holy mother ******* God-playing-hide-and-seek, I love you.*
You make me feel like Moses parting seas and leading all of my dreams across to a Holy Ground.
Like a supernova explosion and you're my black hole.
Pulling
me
in.
Pillow talk of original sin.
You remind me of documentaries : curl up on the couch and spend the day away in blankets and still not have wasted a **** minute.
I love you more than words can know, and when I told you that, you held me tighter.
My head feels heavier but my heart a lot lighter.
I feel lucky to know you, let alone love and be loved by you. I don't believe in miracles but I believe you are a blessing.
I hopped to the edge of my bed and found the Atlantic Ocean staring me down
You haven't even gone, yet I still find myself counting down the days until you return.
Now read the title again.
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