As i lay there
At 3:45 AM
I knew you did to
Lay there

You had your
Own bed
Own life
Own love

I knew you
Wouldnt ever
Be stranded awake
At 3:45 AM

And i should be
Happy for you
But instead
My heart stops.

I will never be
The 2 am call
when you need arms
And you can't fight.

I wont be
The one you
Spill your heart to
On the worst day.

I will be foreign
And the only land
I'll know here
Will be you

A tourist in
What i thought
Was my home
When i had none.

I want somebody to sit with me on the rooftop at 2am,
talking about the world,
listening to slow songs.
I want someone who I can trust.
I want someone to live through adventures with me and who will love me as much as I love them.

It's 2:00 AM and I'm still awake
I can't stop thinking for God's sake
Of her and all her perfection
She's the object of my affection
I just took things as they were
Now I can't stop thinking of her

YOUR ARMS WERE PRETTY FLOWERS TO BEGIN WITH, BUT THEN THEY WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK AND CHOKED ME

Don't fall in love with people who can hold your heart with an iron grip
Who breathe with sunken chests and look with sleepless eyes
With high cheekbones and ***** smirks
Who touch you delicately with soft hands
Who utter the word **** at you when you fight
Until they are then walking back the two miles to show that the word is merely just an action you two complete
People that say they'll make love to you as hard as they say they do
But they don't and probably never will

The world of sadness consuming my body, entring the relam of my soul, gards of my soul is tired, out of wepones, thier been in many battels, a blood bath became me.

And i think you wanted me to
Wild, sleepless,unbreakable me
To kiss you so hard that all our problems vanished
But I couldn't because you were leaving
I couldn't look at you tonight
Because I was living in a certain moment that I knew i would never experience again
A moment just before we collide
The space before we close in
I love that more than what follows through
More than how you kiss me so hard it leaves bruises
More than my name leaving your trembling lips like you can't help it
Like it hurts
That moment is held with you wanting me
Not in a frantic way that makes us stumble to a bathroom stall
But in the purest form of the word
Want in a way where it feels as if you're not in control anymore
And I couldn't look at you
Because your eyes are enough to break me
And I ignore your phone calls
because last time was the last time
And I'm still holding my promise to keep your secrets
I always will
Even the ones you keep from yourself

Love is a fiction, its not the same ending for every love story, its what goes between the ending and start that fascinates me, how writers twist and turn to get to the same ending.

Depressed