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A mood can change in the blink of an eye.
Your texts stir up like dissolving lies.
My hands shake to the beat of my thundering heart.
My blood runs cold enough to freeze the pendulum swinging in my head.
My stomach wants to be sick, its letting me know my world is upside down.
The cold sweat consumes me.
Locks me in my head with my whirling thoughts.

When i claw myself out of this madness, i ask who am i?
Who am i to be jealous over an unrequited love?
They could make you happy, surely, i just want you to be happy?

I do want you to be happy.

This love. This hurt. This friendship. This obsession.

This nothingness is leaving no space left for sanity.
A mood can change in the blink of an eye.
I reread your text through blurry eyes.
My hands shake to the beat of my racing heart.
My blood runs cold and the red mist decends over my restraint.
The cold sweat consumes me.
Locks me in my head with my whirling thoughts.

When i claw myself out of this madness, i ask who am i?
Who am i to be jealous over an unrequited love?
They could make you happy, surely, i just want you to be happy?

This love. This hurt. This friendship. This obsession.

This nothingness is leaving no space left for sanity.
In your mouth lies a graveyard of broken hearts.

Your tounge has stolen words once spoken by other tortured lovers.

Its wraps itself around them, sends them through your lips as if they themselves carry kisses.

These words you never understood. They are empty when you speak, like the only love you know how to give.

Selfish, superficial. A vacuum set to devour anyone who strays to close.

And like the nights sky, I still see your soul is littered with stars.

Ill sit in the cold and wait.
Wait for the sun to rise again, to warm your heart or envolop my own.
Being in love with your best friend is a hideous situation. Resistance is futile.
I know that you're a writer.
One day you're going to tell our story.

It's going to be the greatest love story the world has ever known.
Or the greatest, most tragic tale of loss.

Which way the pendulum swings is up to you.
If a book can make you fall. In love with people who don't exist,

Why can't I when I love you as you wish?
I heard that pain nourishes courage.
And that romanticised love is cancer.

I hope that this suffocating, consuming  love will devour enough of me.

Will make me sick enough to find the courage. The cure I need.

To fall out of love with you...
Your heartbeat is my favourite sound.
I can't get the rytham of your breathing out of my head.

To be close enough to hear this song is is a dream.

I only wish I could hear it just once!
Loving you feels like the closest ill get to see the blue of a flame.

From the inside...
It's three am again, we've become well accuainted.
After rubbing elbows with the moon, I closed my eyes.
I feel your arm wrap around my waist, tugging my mouth into a sleepy smile.
I feel your lips grace my neck, the wetness feels like liquid gold.

My skin is covered in golden threads of your beautiful silken words.
I push my body back onto yours, all at once I was nestled in the cacoon of your safety.
My breath drew quick, shallow.
My skin burned.
My back arched, my wrist ached!
I rolled over to whisper sweet nothings between kisses.
But I just found cotton, and the loneliness of pillow talk...
I sometimes wonder if I want you because I can't have you?

I'll love you forever as you're eternally pure.

You're the one who got away, to leave me asking forever more.

Maybe you like keeping me here, distantly in love.

So, I'll forever dream of you, and never taste the disappointment that comes with trust.
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