#writersconfession

Have you ever come across someone in your life, crossing paths and the second your eyes meet-something clicks? Not in a romantic sense, but a feeling of adventure. You see this person and want to get to know them, dig deep into their mind and just absorb their energy in which dragged you in. Something about them attracted you, and you just can’t get enough of them? You get this feeling that they are the person you’d stay up till 4am with, sitting outside and talking about the world as it slept around the both of you. Feeling this colliding energy that brought you back to life, the sensation of adrenaline, you see them as your adventure partner. Your person, but not in a romantic sense, you’re not in love, but you just click. Something in them has pulled you in and you want to know more and more, find out the reason why they pulled you in so quickly with such a short glance or exchange of a few words. Energy attraction is strange, but your soul wants theirs.

I've accepted that no one will ever be enough for me but you Your soul - a reflection of my own You understand the words I speak without uttering a sound You know me , my weaknesses, the wickedness that I conceal through my smile So if there ever comes a time where I may fall for someone else Trust me it will be nothing comapred to that which I feel for you For when I am with him I cannot stop but wonder about you. I have accepted this fate Life is such that unhappiness reeks through every corner And karma knows The second I let go of you You will let me in And I'm not sure if I  want to ever let go For letting go means forgetting Closing this heart To feel nothing And if I can't feel anything at all My time would be free and infinite Day dreaming About the love I crave Becoming inadequate But I'm not ready to give up on dreaming Nor do I want to not feel a thing when it comes to you I love you I'll keep on doing so - from a distance. Distant enough to let you be Close enough to always be there when you need me

Now, I Love these Scars. Because They remind me, All the time I am And always will be your moon.

Quietly.

Every time When I make someone feel special, They begin giving reasons why I shouldn’t have- Then I leave. I leave every fucking time.

Maybe I held on to you more than I Ever held on to my breath - And what you did ? You took my breath away.

I think People Who guard their Heart In more Safes and shackles; In more fierce glamour, Are simply waiting For a better kind of Theif.

After you I will make sure Next whenever I get a home, It will be made of Sand and Stones - Instead of flesh and bones.