(no subject)
you're the echoes of my everything
you're the emptiness
the whole world sings at night
you're the laziness of afternoon
you're the reason why i burst
and why i bloom
you're the leakiness of sentiment
you're the failed attempts
i never could forget
you're the metaphors i can't create
to comprehend this curse
that i call love.
...how will i break the news to you?