you never knew that it would take so long to understand you're right where you belong.
I want you.
Your lips on mine.
Your hands around my waist.
My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.
I want you.
In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.
Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.
I think that any talent is useless if you’re not using it to help people. I can make people laugh, so I use that ability to give people the opportunity to feel happiness. My ex who had depression told me that “Depression feels like you’re drowning, but you can see everyone else around you breathing.” I can’t even fathom that. I don’t think anyone, especially a teenager, someone who hasn’t even started their life, should have to hurt that badly. People have told me that I reminded them of what it feels like to laugh— to really laugh— that kind of laughter that aches and leaves a good pain. I laugh like that regularly, and knowing that other people see that feeling as a distant, blurry memory is upsetting to think about. I don’t want anyone to have to suffer like that. I want to replace their pain with the good kind.