You tell me you're crying; it's for her
And instantly I want to kiss your tears away.
You send me pictures of you.
Your hair is messy, in your eyes, and my first thought is to move it and kiss your forehead so gently as if I hadn't at all.
I look around my room and every detail reminds me of you.
I close my eyes and all I can think about is how you smile.
I look outside and I see how the sky is grey and it reminds me of your eyes.
All I can think of is how many times she's made you cry.
You say, that you are drowning in your thoughts and I want to save you from your ocean.
You say that you are tired and I want to help you rest.
