i spend all year waiting for October.
the longing aches, so i busy myself.
distracted as i become, i realize
halfway through the month of October
that it's already come and gone.
i never learn to recognize
a good thing whilst i hold it,
only after it's passed on.
regret has roots deep in my heart,
ever-growing as i steady my gaze,
future or past, but god forbid present,
i only cherish what upon i reminisce.
i missed you before i knew you exist.
i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens ho
he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit i sat clean and pretty for six hours s
i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned aro