i am afraid. I feel it in the pit of my stomach, and the way my heart sinks to my gut. I don't know if every relationship ends in indifference or constant fighting until the hurt gets so bad that the love dies. I don't want to believe that it does.
I don't know if it's all in my head.
I am grateful that you make time to spend with me, and that you are generous when we do go out. at the same time, things feel perfunctory, and I feel like I'm the one constantly reaching for you. and I'm tired.
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what do you say to taking chances?
at home with the moon
The world is vast and i am small,
and my greatest fear is that time will run out before i can make my mark on it.
and my greatest fear is that time will run out before i can make my mark on it.
muse
I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of
inventing love, until the calls of
nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come,
interrupt and turn what was to come,
was certain, into memory.
The stars are filming us for no one.
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