Is this love what am feeling? Sometimes I know but other times I just don't think it is. The next words, fuck, I don't know what to say. Too many words are circling around me but none of the words feel how I feel like right now. It feels like the moon rises after the sun does, how our fingernails grow, trees that shed their bark once a year. You are the one who will make my memories have meaning, who will make a 'person' into 'love'. Before I knew you my life was only filled with straight lines.
I'm just a human. You make me erode all my corners of my world and make me into love. Were humans. When you sit on my love you become my heart.
I live so I can love. Because of you I know why human and love sounds so similar. I live to love because of you. I know why a person should live by love now thanks to you. I want to be involved with you're bookcase. I want to be a part of you're novel as a lover.
What if I would leave? Would you be sad if I did? If it wasn't me where and what would I be? Do you think you would leave me after all of this?
The wind and people are passing by. My mood is blue. From the top to bottom in my head, it's blue. How much do I love you?
You're my person, you're my wind, you're my pride, you're my love, my one and only love.
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Short Stories
Short StoryJust a collection of stories I wrote. You dont have to read them they are pretty damn cringey.
