All The Small Things

One of those relationships that means everything to you, but the other person starts to seem uninterested,

Sometimes you laugh because you’ve got no more room for crying.

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a heck of a person.

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.

My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person on the other end shouts back ‘What’?

Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.

It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.

I said “I love you”
and in your complete silence,
Your answer was “No”.

You don’t know about real loss because it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.

A broken heart can break twice.

My bed
Or
Your bed
Either of them
The morning will come

Exhausted ,Tired
Of belonging to myself
I
Want to be yours