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.

I don't know why its so comforting listening to someone talk about something about when they were a child. Maybe it because you can see their eyes take them back to that moment for just a split second. Maybe its because then you understand a little more about why they are the way they are. Maybe its because its always the funniest and stupidest things that people remember. Maybe its because you can think about yourself at that age too, and how much you were like them, and that gives just that much more hope that you will change the same.

So this is the great divide
this is where we decide
whether we are worth it worth the distance
the seven hour difference
the nights spent alone
or drunken in other's homes
missed lips
mouths unkissed
I was never good at talking on the phone
but I can give you a dumb poem
written by a girl with an idiot heart.

I think I'm just going to have to accept the fact that no matter where I am in my life, who I am with, who I become, or what I end up doing, I will always find a way to feel guilty.

You told me I'm the only one letting me down.
You watched me fall apart and told me to blame myself when I didn't have the strength to piece myself together.
No one tells you growing up that sometimes life breaks you in places that can not be fixed by love or time.
We all have troubles, but some people's strength are hanging by a thread.

always in love, always unrequited.

You once told me that love is going ten thousand miles just to see them for a few minutes, leaving just to go back again. You went those thousands of miles. But instead to come back to tell me about it.

But my experience with love is going ten thousand miles an hour and being slammed onto a brick wall.

I tried to convince myself the idea that I could live my life alone. But sometimes I just really need you.

Most people aren't stuck down like lightning, but rather rain, down down down all the time.