If I can't love because I want to move away, then I guess I can't love because it will only scare me.
Of course, I'm being irrational.
But something in me doesn't even need you to stay beside me. It just
Wants you to reach out your hand
And tell me how you truly feel.
No matter what.
Even if I've misjudged every joke,
Read into every sigh,
Caught every stare,
And loved every moment,
I just want you
To be honest with me.
And open with me.
Because I want to know your pain, your happiness,
Yourself.
Because I need to know what that thrill is
I need to know if your heart
Is even open.
But because I don't know anything
Except
The constellations in your eyes
And where your dimples fall
And all your angles,
I can't seem to open that door with you.
I can't seem to be the key.
Even though thats all I want right now.
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Breathing and Other Concepts
PoetryPoetry about L words. Life, lessons, and (don't tell my mom) love. Moving on from your home town is difficult, but not near as difficult as leaving your first love. Do they know how much you adore them? No. Do you hesitate anyway? Yes. This story...
