The worse part is keeping quiet.
It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.
You drink like you have to forget something.
Missing you comes in waves; tonight I’m drowning.
If that one thing wouldnt’ve happened…
i hate small talk. i want to talk about how i see galaxies in your eyes and how your touch makes my knees weak in 0.02 seconds and how you got that scar on your knee i want to know how you found out that blue was your favorite color i want to know about your first heart break i want to know what home is to you and i want to know your full name i want to know about that one time your mother yelled at you when you were 5 i want you to tell me the things that no one knows about you. fuck small talk i want to hear the things that matter.
do you ever just read one little thing that kills you inside
we both find ourselves
and I hope
the roads lead us back
to each other.