i loved you for more than a year. before i ever spoke with you and you were only pages and paragraphs and photos of inanimate objects. and animate ones too. and you say im so wasted and ask if i'll come to you. i tell you i'll meet you halfway and you wonder where that is. not where but when. "when is the halfway point?", you ask. your eyelids
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment