I have this undying feeling, Uncontrolled longing of wanting to taste those lips again.

My hands can’t keep calm unless they’re holding on to you. Being with you is the closest way to me meeting myself. Unloving you will be the death of my soul.

It’s the only thing that’s alive.

The day I stop loving you. You will be writing to me. I will never see the letter maybe then, you will get a glimpse of the pain I go through loving you each day.

I have always wanted to find the self that I was when I loved you. The innocence of my heart, It was in one piece.

Now I have only 1 piece to hold on to and I cannot trust you with it.