Shit
I’m writing again, craving your morning kisses again, dreading how it’ll feel when this ends
Because they always leave, It’s always too much, they can’t give me enough, or I’m broken and too sad for love, or
love nevers lasts long enough to start anew.
But I want this, want him
anyways
Regardless of how it might end-
Together is always better
I’m tired of dreaming alone.
