I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.
I’m still hoping it’s you and me in the end.
I wish you knew how much effort went in to not talking to you for just one second…
god I hate the fucking rushes of missing you
I’ll be perfectly fine
I could be cooking, getting ready for work, or just relaxing
and all of a sudden
a quick sharp pains nails me in the heart
and carries up through my lungs and takes a trip
all the way to my throat
and it all burns and feels like it’s melting
and what makes it hurt worse is when I try to push it out
I try to forget about the feeling
I’ll tell myself things to make it go away
but the only way it goes away
is if I come to senses
that I miss you more than anything right now
and I would love to just have you in my life
but thing’s don’t work out
and you don’t want to be here anyways.