You say that love goes anywhere. In your darkest time, it’s just enough to know it’s there. When you go, I’ll let you be. But you’re killing everything in me.
i found myself telling you all of the things i could never phrase quite right to anyone else; about the dreams i have and the things that make my skin feel cold and my secret freckles. i don’t have a reason why it’s you i feel deserves these words, but i do, so i continue to tell them to you.