I'm sitting here thinking about how I can't sleep
because I can't sleep
sitting here thinking about you
because I hope you think about me
and how even when you barely talk
or barely think
barely touch
or barely breathe
I can still see that spark and I just can't get it out of my head
I can't stop and I'm praying it won't end because I'm
constantly in love with you and I
I ' m a f r a i d
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
