i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

this love aint gonna be perfect;i know sometimes it's going to rain.

we havent been all that great now,have we?we have passed through so much due to our own egos and terrible petty thoughts.never would we have guessed that both of us would go through these phases together;at each other.i used to make you smile,no matter what i did or said.now i cant seem to do it.i used to make you laugh,no matter what i did or said.now i cant seem to do it.i used to make you sleep without holding anything against anybody.now i cant seem to do it.whatever i used to do,i am not able to anymore.and that frustrates the hell out of me.

i want to be the last person on your mind before bed and the first one that pops out when you wake.i want to be the one who holds you and tell you everything is going to turn out alright.i want to be that one person who gets to stroke you to sleep when nightmares strike.i want to be only one who gets to taste your kisses,caress your body.i want to be the one you lock fingers with.i want to be your other half,not your better half,just someone who fits.cause i know i cant compare to you.i want to be so much not cause im being paranoid.i just dont want us to slip.i dont want to tighten my grip not knowing that you have let go.i dont want to do this alone.i dont want to convince myself alone.i want you.i need you.i said it so many times i sound desperate,but i do.

you and i both know ive let my guard down.i should have a firmer hold of my own feet but i stripped myself cause i knew ive kept quiet for too long and you deserve to know.and since you already do,i dont see a point in shutting you out.so this is me.and it's all yours.

open book.