strange what desire will make foolish people do

"what was it really?" she asks, and i cant find it in me to scold her for asking things we dont want to think about. "nothing, i suppose," i reply in the tone of voice people tend to take when they know their answer is the truth but they dont like it. she frowns and her lips quiver. i wait for the screams that never come. shes silent, today.

my heart thrums with the force of the sea that once tried to claim me, your veins run with the call of the great wilderness. it makes sense we never meshed. different wavelengths, different places, different ideas. i knew youd never go along with whatever terrifying facsimile of love id conjured up, but goddamn it if it doesn't hurt to know.

all you wanted was for me to run behind you and i guess thats what you got. ive tried to stop but i see you going off in the distance and everything in me shakes with the need to follow, i dont want to be away from you, but my feet are starting to ache.

tell me all your sweet nothings. keep me guessing, keep me hoping. and everytime you feel down ill do anything to help and you'll smile that pretty smile and then keep showing me how i could never be yours.

desire is a bizarre thing, isnt it. because loving you this hard knowing youll never be mine is the slowest form of suicide ive ever seen but i can't keep myself from feeling it, because my fingers feel incomplete if theyre not on your waist, because my ears feel lonely if i cant hear your lovely laugh.

the stars told me about you and i think they're filthy liars. ill never believe them again. ill burn them all down to feel your warmth.