If God made anything better, he kept it for himself
It’s like you’ve scrawled fondness onto my scarred wrists and entangled smoke into my lungs. It’s like I’m drowning in a light that’s too musty and unsafe. It’s like seeing God in the strangest places only to realize you miss them most when you’re gone and on the road with someone new. It’s like you’re scribbling new colours into my mind just so I see God in a different way. It’s like your singing puts the sorrow in my heart to sleep and I can finally hear whatever I’ve wanted to hear since forever. It’s like finding the strangest sightings in the night but still being able to soundly fall asleep. It’s like seeing the cracks in my tear-stained skull from the days of pointless worship on the cold, polished floors when I’m finally done and dusted. It’s like finally seeing the light but it never stays for me. It’ll never stay for me. Why don’t we take some time just to change a little more? It’s not the same when you go.
Really love how the light bounces off your cheekbones and how much the sun shows in your smiles but I know your heart is shut and my head’s too far gone to be safe enough a place for feelings like these. You falling in love could mean everything to me. Please stay as long as you need. As long as you’re here with me, I know I’ll be okay.
“maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.”
‘‘maybe she doesn’t need you to rewrite her sad parts, maybe she just needs you to read them.’’