7 months

The thought of losing you is scarier than death itself. and if we were ever to part i would spend the rest of my life dying from the poison of a broken heart.


forever yours baby

and you make everyday worth living

you make the mundane joyous

you put constellations in my mouth with your tongue

and i never want it to end


and they never tell you how to deal with heartbreak over friends

they never tell you how deep the pain runs

but it happens. and you live

but to me you will always be my first love

and no one else can displace the energy and passion i put into you

so i wish you well, but i can’t see this through

you can always call me your home – you could have tried a little harder for us