I feel sick. I have swallowed up my heart and now I just feel it in my stomach. The feeling may not hurt, but it's not butterflies either. I want to throw up.
I truly believe I am a strong human, with the confidence and capability to stand up for myself and those I care for, but god, I feel so vulnerable around you.
Nobody has ever made me this weak, as though with a simple sigh you can shatter my life into millions of pieces and mend them back together all at once.
I love you. The way you wrap me into the arms of your everyday plans, tie me around your fingers, and keep my heart warm in the palm of your hands gets me so much. I am helpless, and I don't think I want to be saved.
Sometimes I just want to get out, run somewhere, anywhere, and scream at the top of my lungs. But all I could do is stand still.
Music is my only distraction, but often times it's what makes me think of you even more. When the image of you crosses my mind, my soul falls into this deep dark void of melancholy and heartbreak, because all I want is you to feel is the same way as I do.
The way you sleep so peacefully brings me to ease and comfort, your long heavy breathing, hands draped over your thighs, head rested upon my shoulder.
I would do anything to fall into the comfort of each other's arms, and lay as star-crossed lovers under the midnight sky.
You make me laugh and I make you laugh too. There's this sense of pleasure that washes over me every time I succeed in shooting a clever joke or a heartfelt compliment, like my life is almost complete, like I almost won you over.
But I never will.
You will never feel the same way about me. You can't see me for who I am, for all that I am made of. To me, you are not perfection. You are my view of perfection. I have never seen such perfection before. I'm so blinded by the love I forget about all your imperfections, because to me you are flawless. I am mesmerized by your voice that it has become my favorite song, the sweetest song, I could play it on repeat forever. I could listen to your song forever.
In the fantasy I play in my head, we are one. Your happiness is my happiness. Your pain, fear, sadness, it all reflects in the mirror of my soul through the windows of our eyes. I love you, babe, so bad.
But what is life if it can't be lived with you? It's television in black-and-white, a dull, gray world. Every touch you make brings color into my life. It's so good, I would die for it.
I know this is all too well, I know I can be too much. I'm drowning in my feelings, and the worst part is I pushed myself into the pool of it all and now can't get out. I need to just get over it, get over you, get over myself. I feel insane, too obsessive, losing my mind over you.
I feel like if anybody were to hear me out, I would be seen as psychotic and obsessive.
I just love a little too much. But like how things come and go, I guess I just have to get through it. I know I'll eventually get through it.
we stick together like magnets, inseparable and cold
or so it seems to me and my dependence
the space between, oh, how much i ache for your presence
my love speaks for you, my heart has been sold
to the heart-breaker, so conscientious and bold
the sweetest song, you're far from a menace
how far i would go to plead for acceptance
to let these feelings heartily melt and unfold
but the stars still miss the sun in the morning sky,
and i can't help but wonder why
the flames can't strike a perfect match
so i will depart and detach
from fantasies and dreams, my mind has made
a conclusion; eventually these feelings will fade
