Reality

Is it to be found in our late night conversations, or our real-life interactions?

Star-crossed

it's 2 a.m.,
my mind's a blank;
probably both our minds are
and it might be that
i'll lose mine tonight
whence my heart is sure to follow

'cause darling,
this is the reason i'm afraid
of you falling for me;
not of me falling for you,
i'm afraid i already have.

Starlight

I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms


My emotions are leaking. Why did I have that little episode of melodrama? Why do I have to be like this?


Why does love offer both ecstasy and melancholy?
Why is it that only the latter sticks to me?

But I do.

Could you, so I may?

Imperfect

is an understatement.

Why does the person behind my eyelids have to be way out of my league?

Melodrama

Fuck, I just had to have that episode, didn't I? Is everything really okay? Why does every fucking sad thought have to linger yet happy ones just pass me by?

The feeling of wanting to hold something delicate, when you know you have butterfingers. Yearning to touch a beautiful thing yet not wanting to taint it with sullied hands.