If this is what its like..
this so called love,
accompanied with sweaty palms,
racing hearts,
and sick butterfly nervousness in the pit of your stomach...

then let me fall.



I walked down the stairs and saw your perfect silhouette under the blankets,
and my heart skipped a beat.
on an old pull out couch you were fast asleep and i begged myself not to wake you,
as much as i wanted to, just to hear you speak, knowing your first words of the day would be directed at me.
and i smiled despite me...
despite all my confusion, my indeciseveness, my pain.
ive never been so certain, but so uncertain of something in my intire life..
i love you so.



and all the while i swear id rather be drowning,
for at least then i know that you wouldnt be the one killing me.