you can love again, despite the things you said about caring too much for a person you thought was the most important part of your life, but that's what you get for opening a closed door in hopes they'll find love on the inside.
i'm a house with no windows, you're the flowers on the front porch, and i can't stop
sometimes it scares me how much i think about going for a walk and never coming home, and how willing i am to leave everything i have and everyone i know
and you said i think your eyes could use some sleep and i said i like your arms the way they are