Monday, 28 January 2013
09:18:25 AM (GMT)
If this is love, I don't want to know hate.
Is this what it was all this time?
Honestly pure, in every deceitful way.
Beautiful and bone breaking.
We're just breaking the skin,
To feel the pain,
Pain we haven't felt in months.
Those months when we though we could get away,
to make it all vanish, and fade.
We'll fray at the edges and all our colors will bleed out to grey.
One day I know, I'll wake up alone and you'll wake up cold.
And we'll think back and know that we went the wrong ways.
I know you won't be where I am. But, I know that we'll still think the same.
And love, I do hope with every fiber that I still contain that you look back happily
and smile when you hear my name.
Will you think back to our stuttering hearts and hushed words?
Swapping sweat, and love.
Fast hands and racing hearts.
Will you think back to when we couldn't wipe the grin away?
Laughing hearts, and quick wit.
Teasing smiles, and days spent together.
Will you think back to when we couldn't get it straight?
Nights forgotten, and just one too many.
Good intentions, and spoiled thoughts.
Will you think back to when we couldn't keep it together?
Stinging words, and slammed doors.
Hot tears, and cold hearts.
I hope that you will hold it all close to your heart and know that you really did
love that girl.
One too many thoughts of holding you close and never letting you forget.
Love never goes as planned, and more often than not never in our favor.
So, let's plan it hand in hand and never wake up cold.