Your eyes are knives, your touch is a drug.
Im clearly addicted to the cut of your love.

Eyes wide open and too blind to see.
For you only, its all i can be.

You are the unspoken name.
My only unbeatable game.

As my thoughst collect, majority rules, and there is nothing better than knowing i love to think about you.

Love me with no fear, or dont love me at all.

When they walk away and you feel like life is lost, ill be standing in the doorway. Ill be there. Wanting to know you. Wanting to make you happy.

Nothing is better than this moment, right now, dripping in your confesions, only because I know, youll regret this.

I skip a breath, I skip a thought, I skip a beat. And thats when, that moment laying in your arms, I realize that its ok not to worry about tomorrow

Im so happy to see that you are perfectly imperfect through my weary eyes.

You lose apart of yourself, whenever they walk away.