I know this place.
This is the place of where wasted tears meet
broken promises,
The intersection of lost and found.
How strange that in finding ourselves we're losing one another.
This cross road is one I've visited before.
This feeling that once left me floored now makes me feel sick and forlorn.
But for now I need you.
But for now I still love you.

My eyes are bloodshot.
Sleep eludes my grasp nightly.
My head is swimming.

I used to wander the streets.
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Then I found you.
Now the streets don't look nearly as dangerous, and the sky has never looked so blue.
You are the sun, the moon, and the stars.
And you'll forever be burning in my eyes

It seems lately, you're forgetting why we started this in the first place. There's so many reasons why we do the things we do. The only reason the comes to mind for me doing the things I do for you, is my love for your being. I adore your forgetful, and sometimes frustrating ways.

When I tell you I won't forget you, I mean it no matter what happens, I will never forget that first kiss. The sun's position in the sky, the way our lips fumbled around trying to adjust to meeting each other. How could I forget the way that you made me feel on the drive home? And how could I forget the way you drifted into my thoughts and made my stomach do flips and flops.

If there is one thing I won't forget, it's you.

Your defensive atmosphere protects the world around you.
Lately I've felt like a stray satalite plummeting toward your earth and combusting upon impact.