Hi
I know
we’ve talked maybe three times
But you
feel like home.
You’ve got
my heat tripping over its beat
But my
tongue is double knotted and your 2 ft. out of reach
College is
full of open doors
But my mind
isn’t convinced that you’re one of them
I think
logic and heart strings should make a band,
Combine
them like one republic
Bring a
beat and a cello and make a hit that sells millions to trembling hands and
shattered eardrums
Let their
hearts rock them to sleep to the melody and their Friday nights take their
breath away soft and smooth, waking up to Saturday morning drowning in
unanswered calls, unsent texts and a pounding bridge written by yours truly,
logic at its best.
I don’t
believe that love is as awful as they make it out to be
Adjust
Mistrust
Tin heart
Tears and
rust
Hollows
inside filled with avid butterflies
Lonely
nights not by your side
I don’t
believe that love is as crazy as they make it out to be
Tangled
hair
All in but
scared
58000 miles
Handwritten
letters she tares
Tracing paths
around your heart
Running so
they can’t force us apart
It’s not that
complicated darling
It’s open
mouths and childhood stories
It’s open
arms and willing shoulders
It’s
goodnight kisses and vulnerable limelight
Letting
fears come through your sighs
Look I know
we won’t be in your history books but that doesn’t mean we won’t remember us
Because
darling love isn’t an article published in The New York Times
Love isn’t
bragging to your friends or taunting enemies
It was
never a public affair or a court case
Love
doesn’t need Facebook’s lawyers or Snapchat’s replays
It’s not a
picture on Instagram or a statement on Twitter
Love is
quiet
and simple
and listens
and grows
It doesn’t
just happen, or grab you all at once, it becomes
And darling
its growing on me
~A.A.