Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again
There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything
A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.
"How could I be so blind to love?
Can you even live with yourself?
You’re such a selfish soul
You’re wretched and your heart is cold
You’ll never find my love again
Your life is meaningless
Yet you don’t know this
Do you even love yourself like I do?”
Brand New—Sowing Season
And do you miss the blend of color she left in your black-and-white field?
And do you feel condemned just being there?
Going to see this live tomorrow. And cry.