untitled.

even if forever would wait.

and age didn't matter.

it didn't matter that there was 4 years between us.

or that sometimes when i'm nervous i never stop talking.

i think we would have time.

time is an enemy right now.

something that refuses to make any sense.

forcing people to walk senselessly throughout a day.

with out a moment to really think about what happened.

time makes days go by.

seasons pass.

and people forget.

please don't forget me.

i'm strong and brave.

but i'm secretly weak and needy.

just hold me there.

kiss the hollow of my throat.

where your lips fit perfectly.

make my breathing skippy.

give me the chills.

hug me tight.

hold me close.

i'm yours.

but you're not mine.

i'm marked.

i'm imperfect.

filled with flaws.

but maybe that's the way it happens.

you realize my glasses don't lay evenly.

my nose is broken.

my smile is crooked.

my eyes have brown spots in them.

and you realize.

i'm waiting.

for you.

to.

please.

just.

be mine.

(This is not a passive aggressive post. I don't actually feel this way about anyone....)