a darkened huewith lips like cherrieseyes of lightningand that’s the momenti knew we were on fire

This is who I am and who’ve I’ve been. The only difference is you’re just now realizing it.

What if I were to wish upon a blood moon that I could have you standing here and I standing there? And when it happens to arrive in eighteen years, that you’ll be there, waiting for me like I’ll be waiting for you. As we did on the night where the moon shined down and I saw you standing in white with eyes that could ignite and a fire which couldn’t quite die.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

You reminded me of a puppy dog. Someone so confused with which way to go. Excited and curious, but stuck in happiness that he seem to can’t move.

I don’t suffer. I venture to understand it and when I can’t, I let it vacation until I overcome it.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

I’d rather be the creep in the night and the fire that burns your eyes than the way you use and define life.

It seemed like you had the world at your fingertips, but I guess what I missed was how you bit your lip at every question.