I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me.
Suddenly, every song was about you.
My eyes are capable of telling you things that my mouth never could.
This couldn’t be more true
I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all.
It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed.