Smoke to survive

Her brown eyes were my space Her hands bright stars that fit perfectly in mine And it was she who made life sir in me The shooting star in my hopeless galaxy

If you want love to grow, then love you must show.

Little girl, grow up. A mere second of eye contact does not mean he romantically likes you

I never liked gravity anyway.

You are still my what if.

And like a cloud I found myself floating off into the air. Wistful and dreamy, hoping for love but filled with despair.

I want you to know, I’ve never had someone that knows me like you do, the way you do. I’ve never had someone as good for me as you, no one like you. So lonely before I finally found what I’ve been looking for.

I’m scared to get close and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all.