Originally written August 23, 2015
You are my insomnia.
It's unfair that you've taken over my mind.
Sweet goodnights end with me staying awake daydreaming of sweet, good nights next to you.
It's unfair.
How you've hitched yourself up to me without warning.
I don't wanna call it love. But...I can't sleep.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015
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Originally written September 9, 2015
There exists an insurmountable number of words sufficient to express my sentiments for you.
However, my lips and heart default to one.
And who's to say how foolish I've become
In light of a whirlwind romance?
Swept in your arms, enjoying this dance.
While I'm afraid, these butterflies excite me.
While I'm timid, your passion ignites me.
I await the day we'll finally come face to face.
Until then, my heart remains foolishly true.
While my head and mind tell me like,
My heart and lips tell me I love you.
There exists an insurmountable number of words sufficient to express my sentiments for you.
However, my lips and heart default to one.
And who's to say how foolish I've become
In light of a whirlwind romance?
Swept in your arms, enjoying this dance.
While I'm afraid, these butterflies excite me.
While I'm timid, your passion ignites me.
I await the day we'll finally come face to face.
Until then, my heart remains foolishly true.
While my head and mind tell me like,
My heart and lips tell me I love you.
My Love
Originally written on September 1, 2015
I'm not sure I can trust you with my love.
Forgive me my love.
The truth is, I'm jaded; I'd hoped that I hadn't been fazed by the ways others have hurt me
I find it hard to trust that you won't hurt me or desert me
I'm not sure I can't rust you with my 'I love yous.'
Forgive me, my love.
The truth is, I wonder if they will be abused; misused, appropriated for selfish tools to hack away at my being
Depleting their meaning
Taken and emptied
I'm not sure that this is even love.
Forgive me, my heart.
The truth is, I fear that this is the part where I've fallen; where I thought I'd heard love calling only to answer to strange heavy breathing
Heart rate steadily increasing
I think this is love, but I'm having trouble believing
Forgive me, my love.
I'm not sure that I cannot trust you
Give me a reason to not trust you.
I'm not sure I can trust you with my love.
Forgive me my love.
The truth is, I'm jaded; I'd hoped that I hadn't been fazed by the ways others have hurt me
I find it hard to trust that you won't hurt me or desert me
I'm not sure I can't rust you with my 'I love yous.'
Forgive me, my love.
The truth is, I wonder if they will be abused; misused, appropriated for selfish tools to hack away at my being
Depleting their meaning
Taken and emptied
I'm not sure that this is even love.
Forgive me, my heart.
The truth is, I fear that this is the part where I've fallen; where I thought I'd heard love calling only to answer to strange heavy breathing
Heart rate steadily increasing
I think this is love, but I'm having trouble believing
Forgive me, my love.
I'm not sure that I cannot trust you
Give me a reason to not trust you.
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