As I lay here in bed, I always ask myself how long we will last. Two years, twenty, till death do us part? Eventually our paths will part and I'm scared of it. I'm scared of just the thought of losing you. This is the kind of love I will always remember, you are the kind of human that I will always hold dearly in my heart. You are my Sunday morning coffee and my Monday afternoon tea. You are everything. The sun that sets and the endless waters of the ocean. You are my island, my shelter, my home. Without you I float alone and without direction on the endless seas of loneliness and confusion. I hope that I'm your cigarette in the morning, right after you wake up, right before your start your day. I want to be there with you every second of your day, from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep. I want to be your hectic Monday and your relaxed Sunday. I want to be your best friend and someone you can rely on - always. I hope you know that. I hope you know that I love you more than these words could describe.
05/23/2017
YOU ARE READING
To myself: rest in peace
PoetryThis is a toast to all the girls I've been and all the lives I've lived. The good, the bad, the inevitable. A collection of poems written by myself.
