December 2011
359 posts
November 2011
140 posts
I’m imagining the way you say my name.
I don’t know when I’m going to hear it again.
My friends can’t tell my laughter from my cries.
Someone tell this photograph of you to let go of my eyes.
6 months
until I can see you again. That’s some fucked up fate.
I can’t stop bringing you up in conversation, and it’s getting on everybody’s last nerve. I can’t help that you fill all the empty voids in my life. I’m sorry I’m not sorry, but I’m sorry I’m only happy when I’m with you.
He said,
“I wish I could redraw the map of Maryland and make you closer to me.” That’s when I knew that I could love you.
Love > Distance
People Always Leave...
But sometimes, they come back.