Saturday, September 17, 2011
9:52 PM ● heart shaped balloons and a fucking sonnet

no more melancholy. this is purely euphoric. i'm crying it's so amazing.

sometimes you surprise me in these uncanny ways. sometimes you make me so incredibly angry. but you always manage to make me smile, even if i'm smiling to stave off the tears.

i hate how poetic and lyrical i get when i think about you. i still have a steely edge, but i feel so much softer when i think about what we've done, where we could go, what this all could mean.

in short, i've written our lives together already. and it terrifies me that i've not only done this, but how right it all seems.

i've thrown out all the other contenders-- you're the one that i want. i may be just infatuated with who i think you are, it might be what i want you to be. i want so much for our lives to end up together, twisting and melding and becoming what i've imagined. it might never happen, but there's this chance, and it's a big chance, that things are going to work out for the better. i've set my sights on this, and on you, and i'm going to do whatever it takes to get it.

i've never felt this way over someone before. i've never felt so light and bubbly, so absolutely head over heels. and i've only known you for such a short amount of time, which makes this, these feelings, all that much crazier. you make me cray. i mean, crazy.

ugh. i'm making myself sick with all of this heart shaped balloons, cuddly teddybear shit. but you make me this pink, bubblegum sweet girl.

i want you. fuck, how i want you. i need to get to where you are, i need to be there. not just for you, because i've known for some time that this place isn't where i need to be, but partially for you. you make me feel things i've never felt for someone. not even my own family.

i'm insane. i know. just... chalk it up to being lovesick or something.

xxxxxx

(live)