i wanna live like a soap opera...



my god dear boy...what is it that you are doing to me? i must admit, i kind of like it. i kind of like it a lot.

i used to think that you were complicating me. and i suppose, you were. i suppose that you still are. but, complications sometimes make you more of who you are and sometimes complications lead to...well...they lead to things unimaginably good--or bad--and sometimes you need complications or else you forget to think. and wow, did you ever get me thinking.

younowitmoonus

i love the way your name sounds rolling off my tounge. i love the way that my name sounds coming from your lips. yeah...wow...this is something good....this is something great. like you say, we're great.

i can't even write the way i want to anymore. you have burried yourself so deep into my skull...i can't even imagine your not being there. i don't know. i feel so incredibly stupid when it comes to you, and i must admit, i hate that feeling of stupidity and weakeness...

but...

you make me better. you multiply who i am. you make me feel whole and happy and....so fucking pathetic. but...i love IT...i really do...(i love you)

i want to live dangerously. i want to dream. i want to live. i want to sleep. i want to feel your heartbeat. i want to be so close that i can smell your ideas when they fall from your mind. i want you to be the one that i dream of dream with. i want this. i really want this.

i know that you doubt me. i know that you don't believe me when i tell you that i am sure of this of us. you keep using words like more. but it's wrong. you do not love me more. you do not have more to lose or more to gain. you do not. you do not want this more than me. you are not more sure about us than i am. you are not.

you talk to me like i'm a poem. you talk to me with words that are more beautiful in the ways you string them together than anything that i will ever create in my world. you are something....my god, you are something so wonderful...i hope you realize that...

you told me the best thing last night....you know you did....my god, you told me that you'd shoot me if i asked. you would kill me. how could i ever want more? how could i not completely love and appreciate and desire that. you'd kill me. and then you say you'd kill yourself....my god...no one, no one but you.

i have decided several things in the last few weeks. i have decided that i love you. wow. hmmm... love...you...insane....perfect....(i would die for you, you know) i have decided that i will go where ever you tell me to. i will. i trust you completely. i want you more than anything. but i will do whatever it is that you wish. you tell me that you'll wait for me and that you'll back me up in whatever i decide...well, i've decided you. so tell me, what now?

i'm yours. and i'm better because of it.

i'm yours.

(i sky you)




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