i sit here on the                                          edge
of my bed and i watch you
as you watch the
rain f
         a
           l
            l
outside of my window.
when all of this rain clears up,
will you then shed a tear or two for me, my dear?
won't this last or will we be thrown into the depths of the sea?
i do not wish to get lost in the ocean of being "just friends".
I'm just wondering how many lullabies will be sung until you
dream of me again?

From the very first time I kissed him,
I realized that no other kiss would satisfy me the same way his did.

I knew I could never tame him, but I wanted him to experience true passion.

I blew his mind,
and I swallowed his essence,
knowing it would be the last taste of him that I would ever get.

I know I shouldn't worry
because I trust you more than anyone

but when she's over there
and I'm no where near

and she could hold you
and give you everything you deserve
and I can't even see you face to face

maybe she's better for you
than I'll ever be

-e.w.

how many times will i have to tell you that you can't have it both ways?

I have this perfect idea of the most comfortable, happy life I could ever imagine to live.

We can get married now!
My family will love you.

One of us will propose in public, and people will watch and cry with us.
Because even strangers get cavities just watching our sweet sugar love melt into caramel.

I’ll wear a dress and walk down the aisle, something I swore I would never do, because I hadn't met you yet.

But in my head, the person standing at alter waiting for me? She’s blurry.

I knew from the first time you kissed me that I could be your wife.
But my level of crazy love does not match the shallow depth of yours.

I wanted to stand in front of my family and show them the grand canyon that our love fills up.

That will never be us.

You won't tell me 'yes'.
But you can't tell me 'no'.

Waking up to you every day makes that truth sink and leave impressions on my skin.

A wound that will never scab over.

You kiss me good morning and my eyes see that same blurry figure.

I still revel in the love you give.

Because even if I can’t have you forever, I will not pass up having you for now.

We are two parallel lines; steady, constant, reliable,

But  n e v e r intersecting.

Another one
Another person dying
Another story
Another smile
Another tale
I dont know if I can cope
I feel as though Im not even drowning anymore
More like allergic to oxygen.