my heart beats in place as a candle burns after a 1am phone call; it's settled. i'm not ready for what awaits me but i wish it would warn me before the waves come. i dream of a place where all is good and the sunlight sees our smiles; an alternate reality hiding behind the window of a coffee shop on a cloudy day.
we represent each other now; your friends waiting in anxious await to see the girl you couldn't stop messaging them about; the girl you took out for coffee when no one else even bothered to send her a message; the girl who's spent more nights crying herself to sleep than selfies on her phone because she doesn't think she is beautiful, yet for some reason you do. your voice is like warm vanilla fudge on a cold Saturday night. your words never cease to make me smile; no matter how stupid or irrelevant to the rest of the world they may seem. you are an angel; a blessing to this world, and the only thing imperfect about you is how you would fall in love with a useless creature, a broken soul like me.
i wish you the world as you go about your day with the ability to hold a substantial conversation with more than one person; and as you hopefully never find my online diary; where i let the world squander my broken and beaten heart.
-oof i should probably edit stuff before posting it
certain someone: i love you-
