They Say You Can Get Lost In Someone’s Eyes, But I Look Into Yours And I Can Find My Way Out. You Must

Isn't it funny how I could talk to you for hours but it seems no one else can? I enjoy your company. I won't let someone else's opinion of you deter my thoughts of you. Because rumors are just rumors and this friendship is true.

Rumors vs Friendship

"I love how your smile shows all over your face, from the show of your teeth to the crinkles by your eyes. I love being able to tell if I've actually made you happy. I love your laugh. I love you."

- While We Were Talking (via. @woundedwriting on Instagram )

Can we all wish for my AP Physics grade? I need a hail mary of a grade on my final to get a B right now.

1. I love you 2. I don't know how to tell you that I love you 3. Do you know that I love you? 4. Oh God, I hope you don't 5. I don't want to risk losing you

5 reasons

You told me you liked magic, I like magic too. I love the targeted deception, almost like feelings, but with a fire pit inside. Like how your touch is like the trick I pull when I say 'pick a card'. How your breath against my skin is nothing more than an illusionist's touch on their own special segment. You told me you liked magic. Little did I know your favorite trick was the disappearing act.

Now You Don't

How do I get myself to not fall for you? You with the messy hair and kind eyes, and the mouth that spouts so much sarcasm. You, also with the kindness to respond to my text messages and make me happy even when you don't realize it. So tell me, how do I not fall for you? And why was it so easy to in the first place?

Before practice when I sit with you and our friends

Am I happy? Yet another difficult question. Of course I'm going to lie when I'm not. I'll always say I'm happy, just so no one worries. So no one who is happy has to deal with my darkness. I just hope one day you'll see I'm crying help with my actions, not my words. I just hope someone knows me well enough to see through my lies.

But I'll gladly be happy for you

I can compare your love to a summer breeze. One day it is there, the next, gone. Without a trace, a smooth denial in its place. Well practiced. Well sounded. Not a fault in your tone. I rather burn without your coolness, I do not need your ice in my bones.

You are only a temporary love

I'd like to say that I'm alive. But I can't. I feel more like a ghost as I walk through the halls, my touch barely changing anything as I go past. My voice only a whisper in the wind as I yell for help out of the repeating hell. Because to be alive, you just be doing something extraordinary. Otherwise, you become something of a shadow left to watch as everyone forgets about you.

I'd love to feel alive

Maybe I shouldn’t be so naive to think that I could have a chance with you. My best friend.

You always respond to my snapchats