there's nothing you could tell me
that would make me feel like you're moving too fast
because i'm just waiting for the all clear to fall so deeply and hopelessly in love with you that i'd hit the ground hard enough to shatter my heart, liver and spine if you didn't break my fall.
You've said it a million times before,
we feel the same but i'm never sure.
The line between love and lust is as fine as the tightrope we're walking, heading towards eachother, bound to crash and plummet, and yet i'm running at lightning speed, much like i'd run off with you into the sunset.
Quiet, breathless, i look at you and i feel torn like the pages and pages of poetry scattered across my bedroom floor, never measuring up to these alien feelings that make my head spin and my heart soar.
There's no way that this, the joking and laughter, the comforting and hopeful words, the drunken, openhearted conversations, the way you tell me that we are equals, is meant for me. Yet it's because of you, i breathe.
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theories
De Todojust some poetry and theories of how i see life.. I'm no good at presenting anything but i shouldn't have to be xD hope you like it
