let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
when i finally do it , maybe then you’ll realize what you’ve done to me ..
You called me at three in the morning and before I could speak you said, “listen, I’m sad and you’re sad and I wanna be with you and I think maybe we can make each other happy.” And I told you that it doesn’t work like that, because I am the ocean and you’re an anchor, you’ll drown in me and I think it’d really fucking hurt to have you plunge through my skin and crash into my bones. When you find me in the bathroom dripping in blood, you’re going to hate yourself for not being able to fix me and then you’re going to hate me for making you feel like that. And when you take too many pills because you couldn’t fall asleep and everything hurt, I’m going to find myself screaming and crying and shaking until you finally wake up and I’ll be mad at you for scaring me like that and mad at myself for falling apart again. I love you, but I can’t be with you, because I’m on fire and I think you are too and we’ll just create something too big for either of us to put out.