If you didnt have dark hair I wouldnt still be in love with you

It's 4 am again and I'm still awake, waiting for the stars to begin fading into the dawn even though it's hours away//soon I'll be able to say goodbye to each of them one-by-one and I wonder if today will be the day I do the same to you.

This balcony I know has grown tired of my near-constant presence, tired of the salt of my tears scuffing it's surface.
You
don't know how bad I want to run down my stairs and through your front door//I want your back pressed against my front so hard that we stick together in the August heat when we shift and I want your scent all over me.

Remember when it was worth it??//When we prayed for the weekend and night shifts only so that we could lay in bed all day ((sometimes I wish you didn' exist because:::

I'm starting to wonder if I'm even still alive anymore because I can recall nothing but memories and all of them seem to lead to.....you.

08/03/2007

Author's Note: If you died at least I'd have a real reason to cry over you.

Posted on 08/04/2007
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