Nov 23, 2012 17:15
I have to fight the urge to look at you and say something stupid like : "your eyes are so brown".
Because they are. everything about you is all sharp edges and contrast on the full.
I see you so clearly it scares me,
I feel you and know you so well that i find myself seeing you in every corner.
You say i should get used to this.
That I am a part of you --
How can you say this things and still not choose me?
How can you spend all these countless hours and seconds and break me time and time again.
and how, i ask myself every night do i cling to you?
I was never used to someone like you. all the random acts that all build up to a lie of you and I.
and now i write of words i can never tell you.
This farce will continue, cause you are the best thing in my life right now.
You've got me used to late-night talks and early morning heart-skips.
I wait for you, in bated breath.
Break me and come back to me. Darling, Here's the blade, cut me all you want.