he tells me there will come a day,
we won't have anything to talk about, all our stories told
we'll just have our silences and screaming insecurities,
that day we'll know its done, we're done
not that either of us will ever forget
those million memories made
but we'll be just another unfinished story
i want to argue i want to disagree
but i'm scared, im scared to say that i want him forever
i want the insecurities,
i want the silences,
i want the fights,
for i'd rather live in the silence of his breaths than in the screams of my regrets
