Lovewritten, Neverspoken

Nobody fucking cares

I am so tired of never being any woman’s type that I am attracted to. I’m not ugly. I’m not by any means drop dead gorgeous. But damn. I guess I gotta be..

A spark in itself holds such beauty. Yet electricity was invented somehow. How amazing that is. To capture electricity in an true and physical form.

You can’t help but choose what is bad for you because that’s your comfort because that’s how you were raised. I want to help you break these cycles so bad, love…

When I first met you, I had no idea the impression you would leave on me and my life.

To have that magnetic feeling when our eyes meet again, would be such a high. Such a rush.

I’m not clinging to the past, I’m appreciating the past, while clinging to the future of what we could be.

Remember that horrible night you had and then when we came together for the night we drank and cooked together and it was so fun? I miss times like that with you.

Sundays are rest days

It’s the weekend. What’s the weekend without you? Not much is all I’ll say.

When it rains, I imagine if you romanticize cuddling to the sounds of the rain like I do. Rain is such a soothing and beautiful sound that nature creates.

I am just so tired of trying to stay alive and above water

Every time you tell me I don’t give a fuck, you make me feel worthless. I give you so much. I give you all that I can. And yet I am never enough.

To have your touch once more, would just be…epic.

Having you as mine would be like literally winning the lottery AND losing the lottery all at once..

Hard days like these, make it harder to not be able to give you a call and vent and talk like the best friends and companions we used to be.

Merry Christmas, love. Wish I was spending it with you.