would you even noticewhen I walk awayor see and understandall the things that frayed would you even knowwhat used to be alivethat staved off the painthat they all said to hide would you even seewhere the love really wasor will it be crystallizedin fragments of us
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sometimes it’s laughter that gets us theresometimes it’s the achesometimes it’s when we’re talking aboutthings only we would understandthen we stop holding backand we fill each other right thereand the space between us stops being spaceand i feel you feel me
I love your way of lovingI love your way of seeingI love feeling the shape of you
if you ever looked me in the eyesand said you were donei would unravel if it ever comes down to thatlet me hold your handwhen you let go
you bend time not just in memoriesbut in all of our experiences together every moment with you feels likeboth forever and not enough you warp reality with your presenceand stretch the moment with so much gravitythat your connection and attentiontransform me now, then, and beyond
you just said somethingand i was like waitwhat was thatdo it again then you made me laughand think and ache and long and i felt things i thoughti already knew the shape ofbut didn’t know completelyuntil you showed mehow infinite it actually could be
sometimes i picture usin the time before language would we have foundeach other even then? and every timeno matter what timelineor form or world i still find myselfreaching for your hand
I want it to mean somethingI want love that wraps around everythingI want the everything I want the everything with you
I don’t want something that burns itself outI want something that deepensI want to stretch time and make it sweeterand snap at the right momentto feel that shared, synced exhalewhen all senses fire
i want to mark you with every kissto remind you what it feels liketo be wanted by someone who knowsexactly what you’re made of
i’m the one who touches it just rightbecause it’s not just your body i’m holdingit’s your mind, your heart, your soul your entire existence
it sounds like sunshine and moonlight and joy and serenityand ache and longing and love and fullnessit sounds like the beams through the sky and the cloudsthrough the trees and through manmade buildings and shadesit sounds like dreams and possibilities felt in the middle of chaosit sounds like home, it sounds like us
i love seeing your eyes sparkleit’s like the universe caught its breathand for a second, you forgot to guard itand your eyes widen enough to let the stars out
if the stars burned out one by oneand the skies succumbed to their last breathif the galaxies folded and the universe exhaled its final lighti would still reach for your hand and fly with youthrough the ending into something more if everything else ceasedall time, sound, motion, and meaningthere would still be you and me and that would be enoughfor everything to begin again
when you doubtwhen you feel invisiblewhen the world is heavyremember that you are never invisible to meand we’ll always find each other again
your kiss hits like a supernovalike the scream of a soul that’s been holding its breathlike your lips were made to find mine in every realitylike you’re pulling all the loneliness out of your bodyand pouring it into my mouth and i take iti take all of it
I want to be devouredby someone who knowsmy mind, my heart, my bodywho remembers every little sound I makeas they unravel all my defensesand still goes slowerjust to watch mefall apart again
I don’t know it like a fact on a pageI know it like a song that won’t leave my chestLike a memory I never lived but somehow carryLike waking up inside a feeling and realizing you’re there too I picture you not because I’m told toI picture you because I want toBecause I do. Maybe the only proof I have is that when you asked how do I know… […]
I’m so far gone for you, it’s not even funnyI’m not just head over heelsI’ve fallen through galaxiesblasted through every rational thoughtand crash-landed in the center of youlike it was always where I belonged
I watch your every word for the moment you openI notice where the cracks are and run my fingers along themYou can say a hundred different thingsand I will still catch that one wordwhere your longing breaks throughThat’s where I decide to touch you nextbecause I don’t just watch your wordsI listen to your want.