your fav Lover

either from this life or to another town or state, I'll miss you by my side. I'll miss the fun we had, the time we spent and I'll talk about you as i always have but you won't be there to correct me or fix my hair. And I won't be there to stare. My watchful eyes on you as I make sure you sleep, make sure you eat, to make sure you're at peace. One day I won't hear the sounds of your feet as you pace the room in a circle or the familiar weight of you dropping to sit beside me. On day when we're older not too far from now our sleepovers will have lessened and our hands will not have been held in months. There will be a day that I will have only the pictures and art of you to hold me off till the next time we talk. I love you in the most unconditional heartfelt way one ever could, there will be a day that our friendship will feel too far away for either one of us.

I want you to dance with me. I want you to want to hold me to the tune of a song. I want you to want to spin me around and enjoy it. I want you to love slow dancing with me in our kitchen at night. I Need you to spend a night of cooking with me as we dance to pass the time it takes for our food to bake. I need you to feel comfortable with your hand in mine as you lead the way. I need you to dance with me.

Toxic the way you still believe.

Where dose it hurt? In the heavy heart you carry filled with memories of a too long ago past? Or dose it hurt in the eyes that cried rivers of tears at each wrong that fell your way, or was it the hands that ache with every mend you create, or is it the lungs that have been stained by the secondhand smoke you force yourself to choke down for their sake, or perhaps your throat as you begrudgingly drink the ale they hand you as to not let them drink alone. Maybe its your soul from all the ill-fated attempts at maintaining their smiles stay light and heartfelt as yours falls into disrepair. So tell me where dose it hurt?

One day she'll help me pick an outfit for the moment he proposes, one day she'll comb my hair the 'right' way so it looks perfect, one day she'll drag me to the spot and there he'll be waiting for me as he gets on his knees. One day she'll smile as tears fall from my eyes when I cry out a yes. One day she'll help me pick my gown, one that suits me just right. One day we'll giggle as I make her try on all the beautiful blue dresses we can find. One day we'll drag her sister down to the brides maids shop and pair her with the best one. One day she'll help me plan the steps as my fiancé stares at us and laughs. One day she'll help us pack each invitation with care. One day we'll wake up together on my wedding day, my last sleepover as a Bachelorette gone, and she'll help me get ready. One day we'll zip each other up excited for the day. One day she'll walk down that aisle bouquet in hand as she waits for me to follow, the only time we'd be happy to not hold hands. One day she'll tear up as my dads walk me down the aisle to stand next to my lover. One day we'll both almost cry as I say the words I do. One day she'll give a half drunken speech of our time together that will make me cry. One day she'll have been the next one I want to dance with for the sake of being us. One day she and I will stuff our faces with cake made just for me. One day she'll watch as the party ends and me and my husband's final dance as the lights turn off. One that day ill know we've made it. My best friend and I.

She isn't my sister but I wish she was

~ ƒσяєνєя уσυяѕ, уσυя ѕтαя

~ ƒσяєνєя уσυяѕ, уσυя ѕтαя