you aren't just on my mind, a thought appears and consequently disappears.
you are in my bloodstream, my toes and fingertips know who you are.
And I am filled with love.

at what point?

At what point would you leave me?
Would it be a story of my past? Would it be something I say accidentally? Would it be something I mean accidentally? Would it be something you are afraid of me doing? Would it be a major difference? Or lots of small ones? Would it be when you realize I'm not as beautiful as you led yourself to believe? Or as smart? Or as interesting? Would it be because your life takes you in a different direction than mine-miles away? Would it be because we won't be able to compromise anymore? Would it be because its hard to love someone who can be so sad sometimes (I know it is from personal experience of trying to love myself)? Would it be out of impulse? Would it be because you're bored? Would it be because you quit caring? Would it be because you're not happy? Would it be because you realize that someone else can make you happier? Would it even be something that I can fix?

like a child

It's selfish how much I want you. I want you like a child wants something. I want your devoted attention until I get sick of you. I want your presence until I forget you're there. I want to be in your arms until I'm numb or you're numb. I want us to run and fumble and get back up again and laugh. I want you to hold my hand when I'm scared. I want you to make promises, and mean them. I want to feel this young forever.

And there are some things I know for sure,
one of them being that its not always going to be easy.
In fact sometimes it may be pretty difficult.
but from the little I know of us both,
I know I'd like to fight a good fight with you.

What if you meet a boy who you tried not to like
but he does fucking everything right?

yes, maybe's, and no's can be revoked.
people are never the same, peoples mind's change,
just know that pain cannot.
It echos through the heart.

I'm sorry there should have been a disclaimer. Broken: lifts like a feather, but falls like a stone.