challenges

we've had a rough month.
work schedules, sickness, bad injuries, disappointing news, bad luck, depression and exhaustion.
you always seem to get hit with things all at once, and life's funny like that.

but you and I are perfect. We're so good. Everything the other person needs. And we've just grown more confident in each other and more grateful for each other.

Life happens. And it can hit so hard you don't wanna get up. But he's the one to pull me up every day. Life with you is what I want most.

the impact of one day

glued to the hip and kissing on the lip

you fit. Like that lost piece to the puzzle you've been working on finishing.

It's similar to how the stars know precisely where they belong in the sky each night.

Each one is their very own yet put together they make a light and sight better than separate.

An art piece is only as beautiful as all the colors blended together on it's canvas.

readin my mind, teasin me back, layin me down, pullin me back

Days go on with time never fickering to red from the consistent green

It appears I miss days with you before they're even over while at the same time noteing days just get better than the ones before. 

It's a sort of limbo within time. This we keep stealing from each other,  it's not a bad crime.

You'd think it was a scheme but this feels too much like a dream

Leaving you

some mistakes - brad paisley
somewhere in my car -keith urban

the one about us

It's good sometimes putting myself back into those moments.
I'm glad I wrote them down.
Reminders of moments with you will always make me miss you.

I guess you were right.

I do look back and smile
that I got hooked on a guy like you
for a little while.

Often times

I have this draft
Of what you’d say.
You weren’t ever all that good with words. But I was. And I know you well enough to know exactly what you’d say almost always. We could of had conversations with each other without one speaking, we knew each other that well.
So it’s all that I know you’d say to me.
And I cry when I read it. And laugh. And smile. And agree.
Because it’s almost like you’re there really telling me it all. Like you're my friend just talking to me in some parking lot in the car.
Idk helps nights like tonight.

Nothing’s new

Miss you

if you come across it one day

somehow I hope the words get to you. sooner than later but definitely one day.

I'm sorry for meaning what I said that night. The thing is I spoke everything that needed to be said, and it needed to be heard. But I wish it wasn't said, and would have never been heard. Thank you for holding my hand.

I'm sorry I can't give you what you want. I feel sorry I can't give myself what I want either. Thank you for the times in which we let our hearts not heads direct.

we were always in color, there was never just black and white. The extremes were all that existed.

yet you somehow were the one to make me feel steady and content.

I haven't felt that in some time now.

There's much to have to miss.