i can’t get enough of it
that gray area between asleep and awake
i wish i had more time to dream of you
i could spend countless hours
imagining the dimples on your face
or the crease of your eyelids
the same hazy scenario a thousand times
i’ll watch this movie on repeat until i die
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