It’s consuming. An open wound That won’t heal. Until your you again. You and I Keep poking it Causing not only me But you pain. Why give me more When we could have equal? Its not all you Its not all me. It’ll slowly scab, and be Pink as roses But it’ll never heal.
Why do we feel the need to be in a relationship? Do we as humans just like feeling needed? We seek out the one who gives us butterflies, the one who creeps into our minds at the most random of times. The wanting of the perfect, idealic relationship will cause someone to to crazy things. The most absurd thing one can do is change themselves to be with someone they may only be infatuated with. For me, I’ll wait for the perfect one, even if he’s not perfect.
Disappearing doesn’t make you invisible, It doesn’t make you forgotten. It makes you alive. The knowing, of the ability of disappearing, Sets a spark of wonder for many.
