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ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ

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just wanna know what it's like.

everybody else knows love and hates it.

they go on and on about how it did them wrong, or they completely dismiss it's existence.

but, i want to know love for myself.

and sometimes, when i begin to think that maybe i don't love you and i just want to because you're pretty, my brain has a counterattack at the ready.

   thinks i do love you because i find myself with you, on my mind like we're sitting on a hill, watching the sun set wrong, singing the words wrong and not caring because we are the things we need.

if i lock eyes with you every time we look at each other, i have to look away, because i know that if i look longer i will lose everything to you.

i feel like i've been screaming at you since the first day i met you.

i want to be apart of your story, even if i've only minimal lines and no true name.

so, maybe i have fallen in love.

but if it hurts this much, can i even bear it?

don't think i want to but my head and heart hate me, and my soul won't talk to me.

i don't know if you know this, but the thought of you makes me feel like it's too hard for anyone to love me.

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