|the most private thing I'm willing to admit ^^|
4:28 AMHe told me He loved me.4:28 AM by Sjemenka
He told me He knew I should be His from the first greet.
Here I am, 5 hours into the night, lying in my bed, smiling, and awake from the overpowering excitement of Him loving me.
Me. The crazy weirdo. The nostril flaring. The hair dyer. The language quitter. The picky eater. The anxiety attack survivor. The Harry Potter reference machine inventor. The girl who loves Him back.
wishfulI often fantasize of a violent change in this terrible nothingness.wishful by Sjemenka
conversing with me.
like things evolved properly.
like a shift in your biology that would make you fond of saying ‘sorry’ once in a while.
like a constantly alternating timeline, where I don’t see all of the defeatist outcomes.
maybe just possibilities.
changing titles changing games changing myself and in his embrace i'm a hundred thousand pounds lighter,changing titles changing games changing myself by Sjemenka
nah, nah, friend, the heavy stuff doesn't ever go away,
but all the sunshine gets in.
i know you felt it tooeverything in this 'verse tried stopping mei know you felt it too by Sjemenka
(as I was heading towards you,
the wind, the fever, the car, the phone)
every particle of time and space was whispering "stay"
(the second our fingertips touched,
the train, the bus, the crazy, the money)
it was too early.
early in this specific timeline.
now what we had is tarred, damaged, and unclosed.
a pestering wound.
a cake out in the sun.
I should have stayed.
you could have asked more than once.
we would have been.
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