Like I’m a kid again:
No cares, no worries, looking forward to life.
Growing—learning to be.
You move me like hot summer days, the ones that heat your skin and make it hard to breath.
Oh, how it’s hard to breath.
Like bad ass Britney Spears and Hilary Duff’s voice and Sara Bareilles nose.
Yes her nose.
Like— like the time we first kissed.
How I so softly pressed against your lips as if our touch would hurt,
but I wasn’t sure and I wasn’t too concerned because I did it anyway and that’s all I wanted.
All we wanted.
I let loose, overtaken by passion and excitement I could not contain.
as us of the fairytale believing type
always dream of.
Like I will never forget that kiss.
Like Contact lenses/ Band-aids/ Tampons. (Yes, Tampons!)
Because they are there when people need them, at least when I need them.
Like not everything is when times get tough,
Things happen and it’s not always fair, so yes
I need them.
Like your kisses—-That is how you move me.
Like Commitment / Hugs/ Tears/ Mistakes/ Friendship:
Because I am bipolar, so some day’s I’m manic and others days depressed, always acting a little crazy
But really—- I am normal.
And you are the one who keeps me— me, keeps me sane, better than any drug can.
You remind me of dancing and music and words and love
Like trees, I will stand tall and
I am emotional
And not one to mess with….
And pretty easy to please
And sometimes stubborn and other times not stubborn enough.
Because I haven’t had it easy
And my scars—you help hide them,
with your advice. Your smile. Your gift of butterflies.
You move me like the ocean.
Like that night:
You cry and I’m there. I see it for real and I can’t believe my eyes.
I pretend to be interested in what’s going on around us,
But everything else has disappeared.
It’s just you and me as I wipe your tears.
Like movies.
Like Batman’s your hero, as you are mine
More than anyone else on this earth, you will never compare
To anyone else I fall for.
You are special.
You move me like prayers in the Bible,
Like drippy popsicles and the cherry in my Shirley Temple,
Satisfying my taste perfectly.
Like the beautiful voice of a Bass
Like Rusty makes noises only that of a car with character could,
Rumbles, roars and manly sounds,
Best when I’m in the passenger seat.
You move me like Engine-21
Like you/ My first love
Have pride/ Shine with success/ live with purpose
Show the world how amazing you are!
Be Bionic/ Stay Happy/ Make them see
How each and every day,
You absolutely move me.
Leave it up to fate
I want to give up…. Like i always do i want to end this silence and send a text, maybe just one phone call to simply know hes there and hear him breath. I cant stop the missing, the hurt, the tears, they wont go away i just get better at hiding them each time. I do believe having something halfway is harder than not having it at all, but when it comes to love or what i assume is love what choice do i have? What i want and what is best for me, they arnt the same anymore…. What i will do, i wish i had an anwser :(
— The Last Song
