" I used to see a fire in your eyes but I realized it was the reflection of the one I have in mine. “
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me
Its 12 am. And I feel like I should write.
But I don’t know where to start.
Do I say that I miss you like hell?
Or do I suck it up and talk about my day?
Because every part of me aches when you’re away from me
I crave your touch, our fingers tied in knots,
Your breath heavily against my skin whispering I love you.
And my days could not end any better
Than getting to kiss you goodnight