Sometimes I don’t say the right words when it’s necessary to resolve a problem and maybe that’s a fault of mine. I never mean to say cruel things and I never want to make you feel like you’re not important to me. I have been sitting here in silence, but where ever I look, I’m always led back to you. Isn’t it strange? You like to look at me with those wishful eyes and I’ve been hella hopeful, but I’ve been trying so hard to just have peace with you. I know the world isn’t going to treat us with patience half of the time and the other half we’re fighting to just feel decent, I’m sorry begins with I love you—If you know how loneliness feels, you’ll know what it means to touch me. But someday I’ll hold you like I hold a poem written on a piece of paper. I’ll hold you against a beautiful view, there will be mountains in the background, the cold wind will keep caressing your fingers, and I’ll gently flow through you, keeping you warm. I woke up and it’s still today; how many sleeps until I get to you? My body’s moving on, but my hearts still waiting for you. Be patient with my heart, it’s still recovering. We were a beautiful dream and I can no longer sleep. I wish I had more words today, but all I have is sadness and sighs, and the only thing I feel is your absence. I can’t shake that I’ve been going about this whole thing the wrong way, where do you sleep when home is always so far away? I haven’t been well in quite a long time, to be honest, I don’t sleep well anymore, so I guess that makes two of us. I know that loving me hasn’t always been too good and we’re just learning about how to be better and I can’t never judge you for that. One day it’ll all make sense and we’ll know that the ink was never really dry. I can only pray that the flowers grow with us even if that is all that we’ll ever have together.
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