If he only knew how much I want to text him again. Do things different, love him better, make all our future plans happen.
I want everything with him, that white house with a white picket fence. From the moment I met him, I knew a part of me would always look for you in the crowds, hoping you actually miss me. He’s the first person I fought for and didn't care what anyone thought.
Missing someone is a complicated situation because you don’t just miss them but you miss their soul, there being as a whole until they return. I want him there in all the good things in my life because he is what makes it good. Maybe because at the end of the day I love him and I always will.
The night we met
The night we met, the stars shined brighter for us.
The night we met I knew you’d be the one
I fell for your smile, all those small glances.
That night we met I fell in love with the thought of being yours. And ever since that night I couldn’t let you go, because I know we will be ok
I want to go back to that night not to stop what will happen but to push myself to talk to you sooner.
I know what I love. I love him, his smile, his eyes, his lashes are so long. His hair, a lot of people have it like that but its nice on him.
His laugh, it fills a room in my heart and every time he laughs my heart makes this sound. His height, I like being able to look up at him and smile at him. The warmth he gives me is like sitting in front of a fireplace on a cold winters night. He’s home to me he’s safe to me, and I wanna spend all my time with him.
Forget the memory
Dear genie, for the three wishes I shall make em count..
I wish to forget you, the person who left for a month and chose to come back when I was finally fine in life again, when I no longer felt the burning tears roll down my cheeks.
I wish to forget all the memories we made along the way, because you were wholeheartedly the first person I loved in the form of a first love again, which is rarely ever possible.
I wish to forget all the pain you caused me, all the sleepless nights full of worry, while you smoke and drank, all for you to think it would be ok to come in a destroy all the things built.
I can’t stop the feeling that someones catching up, the mad hatter has returned, I run laps in this mind I carry, but carrying that is like trying to hold a boulder above water.
The hatter, for she hasn't been around in a while but she's coming, for you and for me how many more laps can I run before I get tired, for that I shall never know
I want to cut the flesh of my body off, I look at the scissors that sit so perfectly at the edge of my desk, they call my name louder and louder.
how badly I want to grab them and trace a beautiful design of flowers or maybe make snowflakes.
I shouldn't, how very wrong that would be, oh but how just maybe I could make something beautiful with a bit of trial and error.