If I ever push you away ,
I don't really mean to .
When I tell you I don't wanna talk about it I do , I'm just looking for the right words .
give me a minute, and if I can tell you, I will .
I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time .
at the moment, I'am working on the ration .
When I get really quiet sometimes, it's because I've too much to say
I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once
and I don't know what to say first .
I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis .
I miss you really easily .
but I also like that we can be apart and we are both okey .
space is good, too .
I love the way we love some of the same things . and I love how we love entirely different things .
My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and his tangled up Nostalgia for the past and, somehow, the future .
i am flawed and i am human and i am broken and i am trying, and i am one person and i am two hands and i am one heart and i love you .
and i am so glad you're here ❤