#tsunamithoughts

i love you and you love her and that's why love is such a dangerous thing.

I'm in love with you and it's crushing me. seeing you smile, seeing you mess with your hair, seeing you at all, would be better than anything because you're busy and I'm lonely and I can't hold up both ends of our love with one hand, because I'm holding my heart in the other, and you already have someone else's

I am in love with you not only you but every little thing about you, and that scares me, god it scares me. I'm scared because I have never been so vulnerable to someone before. I've never let myself love anybody the way that I love you, and I don't think I can handle it if you stopped loving me. I know that I'll regret letting you break my walls, I'll regret loving. and regret is the only thing that I'm more scared of than love.

It's been a long time, a long time since we met in that little cliche library, a long time since we got breakfast and I ordered a cappuccino but you got hot chocolate cause you've never been a coffee person, a long time since we walked through the town gazing at the city lights instead of stars, a long time since "we" were a "we" and yet here I am still writing sappy poetry about a "we" even though it's just me.

I just wanna love you

you know you’re falling when everything seems to be going too well no breakdowns no disappointment nothing negative but once you’re done falling you break completely and utterly shatter and the person you were falling for doesn’t stay around to pick up the pieces

at some point I guess you just get over it. there’s only so much worrying before your sanity wilts away. everything slowly becomes a different type of nervous. the type that you cannot put into words, the type that you don’t even know when it’s happening until you feel your stomach flip. maybe that only happens to the ones that spends the nights staring at the ceiling filing through what to worry about next. maybe it only happens to the ones who have a kind soul to everyone except to themselves. maybe it only happens to people like me, people like us, that stay up until dawn searching for an overflow of words that they happen to relate to.

falling for you