#certain someone

Cleaned up/tried to clean up some doodles and did new ones....

idk him tied up and cursing you hell and back is fun to me.

I cry when you speak.

I stop breathing.

I’m terrified of what you’ll say to me.

Have I messed up again?

Have you finally had enough?

But then you’ve said something to me.

And I haven’t fallen to pieces yet.

Even if I break every time I see your name.

I knock at your window.

It’s not as often anymore.

You’re still so quiet.

But I always leave a hand print on the glass.

To let you know I’ve been there.

The days when you open your window to me are gifts.

You’ll let me hang over the ledge, even if I can’t come into the room.

And I’m okay with that.

As long as I know you aren’t alone.

Can we talk?

Maybe.

I still wait for you to put your hand by mine on the glass.

You’ll press a finger.

But this time.

You pressed your hand to the glass first.

And I was terrified to touch it.

So I pressed a finger.

We’ll get there someday.

Baby steps or not.

For now, we’re just two humans trying to get along.

Me: Dreams put me to sleep so that I can wake up and get something done and not have a breakdown over the fact that i am too tired to do anything or even a mild inconvenience in general.