the thing that i think
about the most is the way that your lips curve into a smile.
The way that you greet me in the mornings. The way we look at
each other, but we never speak of it. I love the silence when
we listen to each others music, not saying a word, just
listening to the thoughts that one can't say aloud. I love
the fact that i love you. i can't stand the fact that
i'm not the one to give you good morning texts and
goodnight texts. It saddens me because i CAN'T be there to
hold your hand when you're sad. It all seems too surreal,
like i'm living in a daydream. i SEE YOUR FACE AND I FEEL
LIKE I AM SEEING A GOD. I FEEL LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO
DISSAPATE AS SOON AS I TRY TO TOUCH YOU. I WANT TO SHOW YOU THE
WORLD, TAKE YOUR HAND AND RUN ALONG THE BEACH UNTIL WE COLLAPSE
ON THE SAND WITH THE SUN IN OUR EYES AND OUR LUNGS BURNING. I
WASN'T THE ONE THAT KISSED YOU FIRST, I WASN'T THE ONE
TO HUG YOU FIRST. HOW DARE I THINK LIKE THIS, I THINK THAT
PEOPLE WILL FALL INTO ME, I WILL MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER, I WILL
FIX THEM, THEN I WILL REMAIN BROKEN ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR,
WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO PICK ME UP AND GLUE ME BACK TOGETHER.
WHERE IS THE LIE? I SIT AND SIT, LOOKING AT OTHERS THAT LOVE
AND LAUGH, I REMAIN QUIET IN MY OWN COMPANY, AND ENJOY THE VIEW
FROM HERE. EVEN THOUGH I DON'T GET TO BE WITH YOU, I CAN
STILL SIT HERE AND ENJOY BEING WITH YOU, LOOK AT YOU. I
WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO HAVE A CHANCE WITH YOU, BUT WHO SAID
I COULDN'T DREAM ABOUT IT?
