staarks
the word slips easily from i mouth. yes, i know. yes, it's be forever. but they're all lies, lies, lies. and it hurts to know that i do this. you trust me, but i don't trust myself. i whisper, i promise. and hope i can keep you mine
the word slides out of your lips easily because that's how you reply to everything. it's not hard for you to say it, but inside you're screaming no. but a smile is plastered on your face and all you can do is say sure and hope you're still yourself.
i'm not even thinking about what to type about because it shows through my actions. it doesn't have to make sense as long as you know what it means. show yourself that you're worth more than what other people think. know that you are worth something, and that you're wanted.
it starts in your chest and slowly moves out towards your finger tips. it burns, like something you've never known. a deep longing that keeps you hurt but wanting more. a deep burn that feels something like fire, but you think it's something much more
i am looking at you, and you stare back at me. you look into my soul and see me for what i really am. i am actually you. you are me and we are only one. i only split myself off because i don't know who i am anymore