When you go to bed on separate sides that night your heart doesn't just metaphorically hurt
See it's funny cause sometimes emotions are so powerful they can affect you physically
Tonight I will still sleep in your sweatshirt
I will still whisper I love you and pray I end up in your arms soon
I'll whisper you into my wishes and hope they become real
I listen to poetry titled "after the break up" just to see how it would feel; like dipping your toes into hell
But all the words spit out of the poets mouth seem far to distant to reach, his words have no resemblance of my current state
See
Fighting is just another way of communicating
"I had a bad day"
"I am feeling self conscious"
"I need your love but right now I'm blind"
There is no logical reason for love
Love is a hot day in the winter; rare but everyone seems to crave that familiar feeling
Love is the old married couple walking into target holding hands still in love after 60 years
Love is saying I love you when they aren't sleeping next to you that night
It may feel like my hands don't fit perfectly into yours right now
Or my name is sour on your breath
But please
Remember
I'll build you a latter when the ground is flooded
When the roof is metaphor away from being nonexistent
I'll paint you sky's fool of gray then show you how I can be your sunshine
I'll speak you up into pure happiness
I'll take care of you
Tonight may not be the night
But I'll sure as hell try
