"Kiss me like you wanna be loved"

I need you to put it into form.

"I'm a writer" she said underneath the echos of the night. As her sober thoughts finally met with her beating, emotional, heavy heart. " I don't need an audience as long as I have sanctuary to continue writing about it all- every single dirty detail". I thank this girl for appearing in my strongest moments of despair. She's the love that keeps me going.

It's going to take every bit of strength from not collapsing from it all. I am exhausted.

7 year affair

I guess it's sadness I feel. I'm sad that its taken me this long to realize that I don't love anything about you anymore. Your aroma isn't the same and neither is the passion you had in your eyes. Maybe that was all false true. It's possible that my past love affair for you tainted the truth; my perceptions twisted.

I'm just sad that I have no reason to keep you but every reason to finally give you away

I'm leaving behind the greatest security of all. But I'm so stoked in selling this life for a new one.