nighttime is reserved for thoughts of what could have been,
thoughts of us,
thoughts of you.

i don't believe you anymore when you say you care

its almost like we’ve been made to admire each other from a distance,
never actually courageous enough to approach one another.
we’ve never spoken, but i know you feel it too;
a connection.

today, i looked at you for the first time in what felt like a while,
and all i could think about is how good your lips would feel against mine.

i don’t know if we will actually end up together..
all i know is that i can’t stop daydreaming about you,
****, I’m even nightdreaming about you.
and in my dreams, i can call you mine
in my dreams, you are there to hold me in the dead of night,
when all of the shadows come creeping out.

let it come.
let it hit you as hard as it may.
let it sting; heartbreak always does...

then let it go;
you are stronger than this grief.

the worst thing you ever did to me
was give me hope again,

only to take it back
when you were not bored anymore

we’ll go days without speaking,
a blanket of awkward silences wrapped so tightly around us that we won’t have any room to move.

then you’ll text me.
i’ll reply.
tell you how greatly i’ve missed you, and that everything is okay now.

we’ll talk.

i’ll forbid myself from falling for you again, but when had i ever really listened to my own warnings?

once i’ll start getting pulled in again,

you’ll start to pull away.