corny, yes.

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feeling.

first my toes went numb,
then my head,
then my heart.

i didn't know what to feel.
first i shook,
then i was still,
then i sobbed.

and i realized that i still feel
and that it hurts to fear.
and i believe in you with all my heart.

patience.

if i had to turn around tomorrow to find you
would you be there?
and if you weren't, where would you be?
waiting hurts, but it's all i've ever done.

the average human heart beats 70 times per minute.

i want to crawl into your body.
i want to crawl inside of you.
be your heart.
be your heartbeat.
thump, thump, thump.
be your soul.
be the inspiration.
i want to be the one to make your fingers fly across white, unlined paper.
and then i want to crawl out of you,
lay beside you.
and be the ears that listen to your words.

Yellow Painted Lines

This bridge.
It sways in the wind.
And out of the darkness and yellow painted lines
there always steps a person.
But one day, I wonder, will there be no one?
And does your body make a sound when it hits the water
if there's no one there to hear it?

Dreamworld.

I miss you.
I miss feeling your arms around me.
I miss knowing that you're both there beside me, watching, loving, holding.
I miss being Alice, being in Wonderland, watching the rabbit run.
I miss that cocoon of comfort, feeling safe, even though I was so broken inside.
And even though my arm was bleeding, raw and red.
Even though I wanted to die every second of the day.
Even though I couldn't function as a human.
Even though I was practically a zombie sometimes.
Even though I was popping pills.
I was safe.
In you.
And that is what I miss more than anything.
Sometimes, more than her.

Have you ever been so happy you feel like all your bones are breaking but in the best possible way?