This Feeling, What Is It? Puppy Love? A School Boy Crush? I Hope Not, I Want This Feeling To Last. This

I love how we lay together in bed. How we end up tangled together, hands folded together almost like we'd fear getting separated. The feeling of your chest rising and falling comforts me more than words can describe. The feeling of your breath on my cheek, neck, or where ever your face may be at 3 am makes me relaxed knowing that you are still with me. I love waking up to see your beautiful face, and I love seeing your beautiful face watching me upon waking up.

My love is for the beauty of us

My love is like those storm clouds that refuse to look normal. Love is not normal. My love is a fire that demands to be fed. One that has a passion outside the bed that we won't lay in. My love is not interested about what's in your pants. It's interested in your mind. Your thoughts. Your feelings. My love is nothing like anything you've experienced because my love is not your ex's. My love is not your mother's. This is my love. And it is only for you.

C.M. Lawliet

Our late night conversations show me who you really are. You aren't just the tough boy that I've come to love, you are a hopeless romantic deep down. And when it's 2 am and we both can't sleep we show each other just how much we truly love each other.

I think I'm in love

Why me? Why now? Why this? Why me? Out of all the other girls who would pay to have you attention for even a minute you chose me, someone who never came to you to seek any. I’ve admired you for a while but you never felt the same way, so why now? I have so many questions in my mind about why you have taken an interest in me, but I won’t get a straight answer even if I asked. So I’ll wait until we get close to ask. But before we do anything…. Why this?

I don't know what to think

They say you can get lost in someone’s eyes, but I look into yours and I can find my way out. You must have sold your soul to the devil because your eyes don’t shine so bright and the ocean they should be is just a pond. And that woman you’re sleeping with doesn’t have a name. That cigarette was just a way to forget. And those eyes still show what could’ve been.

Those aren’t your blue eyes

I feel like I’m losing you and you can’t even see that I’m scared.

You and her are pretty close now

"Do you ever think about what could've been?"

-2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

When you left, I thought part of me died. No part of me died when you came back and ripped my heart out like it was nothing, like you felt nothing.

The day will come when I’m over you. That day may be the same day you realize you love me too. I can’t wait forever but you and your feelings can take their time. Because what was lost for me may return, but not the same as it was before.

Is this flirting or am I thinking too much?

I still fake my smiles, but around you I feel as if I don’t need to.

My wounds start to heal around you