the way you stop hearts with your eyes and those fingers of yours, you could be criminal.
Something tells me that by the end of it, it'll hurt like a bitch.
But for right now, I'd prefer to believe that I can brace myself for it, even though I know full well that I can't. Even though I know this must be what I've been trying to keep myself from, for forever.
Life, after all, isn't what we choose.
And you might not think it's fair on you, but it won't be any more fair for anyone else either.
It's narcissistic it is, thinking you deserve certain things.
And a lot of problems come with wanting just a little bit more.
It's 3am and still she helps me breathe