Too many words create thoughts you will miss... But if you pick out the vowels... You'll see my abyss.
Those hands of yours give me déjà vu... Except it's no longer him... Because I'm feeling only you.
The only bright side of forgetting to auto-start my car... Fragmented Frost.
I need some space, I need more slack, And I need air To fucking breathe. Because all this hovering Is now only smothering And completely suffocating me.
It's like I've been strapped back into the same ominous rollercoaster ride... And I'm grasping at another unreliable safety belt...Just praying not to be lost in its' imminent spiral... But knowing I may be.
I will not always be here... So when I'm gone I'll make sure to leave something behind for you.
One thousand miles still separate you from me. And one year later... I know this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
My mind is a liar... A single thought can inspire such a multitude of unreachable desires...
My desire for you is a continuous rhythm pulsating within me... As steady and certain as a metronome.
My green eyes will search your heart like an atlas... And diligently map out every coordinate.