love is a beautiful thing, the way you look at someone and know. you know you want to spend the rest of your life in that moment with them, stuck in the frame of you both laughing or gazing at each other with adoration. it makes you want to dance in the darkest of times, not a small jitter of moving your feet but a full on disco with the lights spinning and its just you and them concentrated on each other.
with you, love was me looking at you and knowing. knowing that the frame of us laughing that i wanted to keep forever in mind still couldnt hide the sorrow in our eyes because we knew it would end. the looks we gave each other held uncertainty and guilt. we knew what we were doing was wrong. in my darkest of times we danced until the cameras stopped recording, until the shot was taken and our smiles dropped, the jukebox was unplugged and we went our separate ways. love was just another destructive quality in the bomb that we created together without even knowing. although we had potential love was far from beautiful between us
and god i hope it never will be.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of my thoughts
Acakthese are small writings i've created over a span of time and with encouragement i'm deciding to share them amongst anyone who'll read it.
