Findingchange

It's a numbers game One … Two… I love you and I don’t know what to do Three… Four… Fear is at my very core and you can’t escape this hot war Five… Six… I don’t have a bag of tricks and I’m sorry, there is no fix Seven… Eight… I hate when they say its fate and I was just really too late Nine... Ten… I hope to one day see you again and I will miss you till then

i have been meaning to tell you for years: i think you’re beautiful. i have seen nothing on earth that holds a candle to the ocean you carry inside your body. it spills over your edges sometimes, like a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural cliffs, valleys, and deserts. i like that. i have never met someone who is, somehow, a sea and a storm at the same time. maybe i never will again. maybe you are the only one who gathers clouds on her forehead like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide with her every step. you are beautiful, honestly. you are honest,