I have never felt so found and so lost at the same time.
I'm quite nearly fractured, pushed beyond my means,
Without having lost touch with what is important...
Just what I felt meant the most.
I find intrigue, no, passion in the sad and mysterious.
Accepting things as they come has never been a forte.
I am growing into my skin, hanging on by my teeth.
I thought I had a better grasp on this.
The longer I live, the less and less I understand.
I'm incapable of letting things go without a fight.
It's not over until I say so, not until then...
And I haven't spoken yet.
A stubble lines your jaw, sharp and angular, colliding into the warmth of your neck. I find myself staring... staring you down and dreaming of running my lips across the edge, cutting them wide open on the points... of nuzzling into the warmth of that neck and falling into the sweetest sleep. The grin that crosses over your babyface melts me inside. Your modesty is so... so, so endearing.
I have never felt so found and so lost at the same time.
I'm quite nearly fractured, pushed beyond my means,
Without having lost touch with what is important...
Just what I felt meant the most.
I find intrigue, no, passion in the sad and mysterious.
Accepting things as they come has never been a forte.
I am growing into my skin, hanging on by my teeth.
I thought I had a better grasp on this.
The longer I live, the less and less I understand.
I'm incapable of letting things go without a fight.
It's not over until I say so, not until then...
And I haven't spoken yet.
A stubble lines your jaw, sharp and angular, colliding into the warmth of your neck. I find myself staring... staring you down and dreaming of running my lips across the edge, cutting them wide open on the points... of nuzzling into the warmth of that neck and falling into the sweetest sleep. The grin that crosses over your babyface melts me inside. Your modesty is so... so, so endearing.
one.
i tried to dance on the breath of time with you, but
i only ended up tripping.
i would've let you be the rocket if i would've been space.
[space is black, lonely, empty.
rockets are hopeful, beautiful. rockets are goingsomewhere.]
two.
this is the shadow of a memory, the breath of a chance.
we could've spent the rainy days chasing the dreams in your heart.
and maybe, if we had more time, we could've looked into ourselves and thought of ourselves as a garden.
maybe then we would've realized that the weeds are there for a reason.
maybe then you would've believed me when i c
one.
the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting.
i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you.
two.
we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.
you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed.
but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second.
i was too busy staring at you.
three.
we were standing on a bridge, watching the water run run run beneath us. fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that i could only watch; never jo