justtbreathe
Things change. Everyday. You and I should stay. I want to keep you with me where ever I go, whatever I do. I want to be able to always turn to you. To share with you my deepest of secrets and to sate your every desire. Don't let go. No matter how strong the storm is.
We'll live where it's warm. I'll have you and you'll have me. We'll both cook dinner together and go dancing on the weekends and cuddle while watching the news. Life will be simple and beautiful.
I wonder what you'd think of my inner most thoughts regarding you. My most evil of fantasies that eat me up everytime I think about them. Being a mere object in your life, easily replaced by one of those lovely girls who you call beautiful behind my back. So, where do I stand?
He never seemed to understand how I felt. That feeling of being undesirable. I'm never given full reason to feel such a way, but when I am it's like being pushed head first into a pool. He's seemed to cook this idea up that I'm comfortable with how things work between us and our friends. When the realization hits him, I want it to punch him hard in the face.
The autumn winds will blow, harder now than ever before. The ship will rock. Back and forth. But don't worry. Everything will be okay. The ride might get bumpy, as long as you hold on tight.
I was higher than an airplane. You raised me so high. Clouds at my feet. Atmosphere thin. Your love thinned as well. The fall. So fast. It hurt my heart, hurt my head. Crashed. Burned. Just. Like. That.
You're all I want. The flame that keeps me warm, brightens. The song that makes me want to sing along. You keep me stable, to hold the horses. Help me see things clearly. And I'm scared. Terrified of what could happen. You don't always get what you want.
The rest of the world can't help but grin.They're floating on the surface. Eager for the climax.Young love grips the collars of the reckless. She knows this. That he won't be one of her great losses. His electric kiss lights her world. And they continue to grin.
I'm your puppet, but undeserving. Any minute you could cut the strings and the fall is huge. I can't help but to be afraid. Living in this fear every day, that you'll cut the strings and walk away.
Times like these make me feel like I need to have the same things everyone else has. Even when I don't want these things, I feel like I should have them to be more accepted and liked. Getting a job would solve this, I'm sure but whether I'm good at anything or will be accepted to work at certain facilities. I should just be a stunt devil. Nothing like being poor and daring.
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