hard to think about my future
when i can't tell if i care about it

i have a weakness for the feeling this love makes
for good pens and cool hikes and blank pages and new music
i have a weakness for the dim blue light in your bedroom from the tv we pretend to watch
and i have a weakness for the way you sometimes softly speak your thoughts
i have a weakness for tree trunks i can't wrap my arms all the way around and for car rides with the windows down
my knees go ******* weak every time you touch me and i bite my ******* lip every time we make eye contact and all my peripheral vision sees is the ceiling, i have a weakness for blue eyes and blonde hair
for striped bed sheets now, for bass guitars and the little habits you keep
i  have  a  weakness  for  the  feeling  this  love  makes,
i get so weak i'd crumble up my rib cage just to prove you have access to my heart
but the miraculous thing is
this feeling of weakness that comes with love
is incomparable to the way that you make me strong

there are trees in the sky and a sea in my veins but you consume each thing i see, when i'm alone on a saturday night i just remember your hand on my waist. there's a whole world out there but i want nothing to do with it unless i have you by my side and i can't imagine shrugging you off, i can't imagine my life without you because i fantasize about a white-picket-fence life with you. last night i had a bad dream and i couldn't stop running away, i always run away from people and i know i try to push you away but i need you in my life. how could you know how much i need you?

sometimes i worry
but when you put your arm around my shoulders
it's easier to shrug off any nerves
so i forget about my worries

things change, they rearrange. it might not always be for the best and your tears may fall but it's always meant to be, just let me be