When other people say they love me,
I can't believe them compared to what you've shown me is the definition of love.

An Experiment of Love: I'm in you. You're in me and now...

[Confession: I love it when you press your forehead against mine and hold me close to you.
It aches on the inside because, brother, though it's wrong, and goes against everything, I want to kiss you.]

Gosh it sure does it hurt when you're 500 miles from the only love you've ever known.
Gee what'll I do when I see you again?
Surely I'll want a kiss. But I'm no Lucifer, I won't react so fast.
Instead I'll hold back and look away with tears in my eyes and ask, "Why do I keep playing it safe? I live to risk it all and I just keep living day to day protecting my heart."
But you said it all that night: "I think someone really did fuck you over. I think you really are meant to be alone. But you make it that way."

I'm not worth anything these days so how could I ever be confident to do something like touch something so much more beautiful than myself.

I lost my only chance to ever kiss you and now I won't ever get it again.
Everyday I wake up I wonder why you aren't beside me in my bed.
Did I really think it'd be that easy?

Forgive me because I've said too much.