1:44 am

i slam my pen down and press my palms to

my forhead lately because the sight of you

behind my eyelids sends my thoughts to

only you, and then i begin to shut down

completely.

--

its because of you that i still believe in fairytales

and baby i wouldn't have it any other. every

girl needs someone to save her eventually,

evenwhen she's too proud to know it.

--

i reinact caused scenes over and over again
to figure out to fully understand why you have
yet to let me go. i'm far from unique and occaisionally
i fall over things. i have the tendency to rush into
falling in love and i hate not being close to you...
though there's a little voice inside my head screaming

"maybe that's why he's still holding on"

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i hate it when i'm silent, because at that at exact moment
i'm thinking of every possible thing i should say to you but
i freeze up and i can only think of random things that make
me slightly more neurotic than my usual. words overlap
themselves on the tip of my tongue and are always on the
verge of falling out, but in the end all they will spell out is
i want to be your perfect imperfection.
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i think i set myself up to hear you say honey-coated words
just so when my eyes are clouded with rain i can smile.