To a point We over promise too much of ourselves. In spite of how high we value ourself, We actively listen in effort. Refilling how much of ourselves we spill. I am not ashamed to admit that at times I need help. But it is in these times where I fully understand. That there won't be another you.
You smile and help me realize that I never want to lose any piece of you. Stopping the spill to see how much you effect me. In reaction to a sudden action of silence. Most beloved. It is especially important. Where we don't have to prove anything to each other. Just knowing that you are there is enough. Just know that your love is enough.
It is in these moments. I stop to think. Where would I be without you. Unimaginable
Don't hide away in the dark, let the world see you shine bright. We all need a little light, even though it can be a little hard to see. There are better things waiting for you and me. Somebody you have not met, is waiting to love you. Love you in unimaginable ways, trust me there will always be better days.
and for once, she actually felt something. she found someone she was afraid to lose. yes, the tin man does have a heart. she always looked for words she could steal to describe how she felt, but now... now she can use her own words because she feels them.
she feels the pull and the always-present urge to be with him. she feels a thousand, overwhelming feelings all at once that brings her to tears.
"this can't last forever" "the chanes are slim" "he could leave any second,just like a blink and he's gone."
these thoughts swim in a mind that is always flowing, but she holds onto the red that fills her body; the image of his goofy smile and bright green-blue eyes keep her mind at ease while he's away and keeps her busy.
everyday it grows stronger, even after all the walls she's built and the things she thought she knew. it even gets better after she couldnt imagine it could. and she breathes deep and heavy thinking about how everything about him is perfect, even his imperfections.
I search and search for something to define this emotion i'm living with. Type and write to sort out my racing mind, never to find the answers. It's frustrating of course, but also beautiful. To feel something so unreal it makes you transparent, vulnerable to the person making you feel this way. It's love you may say, but much more than that. ~ The lips that dance with mine, breathe air into my lungs, giving me life. The words that are whispered into my ears, are fuel to my heart, making it speed. The arms wrapped around me, send me to palces unimaginable. Lands of being safe and total trust. Worlds of comfort and warmth. I finally know why things never worked out with anyone else, because this is the person that takes me to new heights and gets everthing just right. I guess you can call this love, love from a poets soul is different than everyday people. artistic and twisted, overthought and true.
probably going to delete this because it *****. ._. . *** .