Now you're grown up, and you're far away,
Far from reflections of youth,
Of when you weren't dazed (It's a shame) Break It Up, by These Kids Wear Crowns
please listen to this while reading. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCAvO51DVLw
late at night i sit here, alone.. in my bed. holding a pillow that i imagine as you. i get lost in the thought of your skin against mine, the overwhelming thought of your breath touching my neck & your arms around me & the passion behind your heart beating against me. i fool myself, turning over to self pleasure, imagining you're here.
i sit there once again, realizing you're not here yet all i have is the large pillow that i embody to be you. your voice runs through my head & your name just refuses to dissapear.
i imagine the love that we have to be everlasting, as if it never ends. but how could you love me? the scars on my skin resemble my weaknesses, the carving on my wrists... the marks on my stomach from insecurities & the wounds on my thighs. to make it all worse i'm not the most calmed of people. my attitude, my personality. how could you love me? maybe one day i'll see the truth of my exsistence when it comes to love. as for now i just want to be lost in the imagination that your here. fooling myself that you're holding me throughout the night. hoping that this is real...
