I refuse to believe our story is over,
I don't think we're even halfway through.
Not yet.
You call me up drunk, telling me we're going to get married someday, white picket fence and two dogs. I want to believe you so fucking bad. I drive around town at 1am trying yo call you back, but you won't answer, so I scream along to Lacuna Coil and eat fries with tears streaming down my face. Why aren't you here?
We're both a little fucking crazy, you and I.
You slap me and I slap you harder.
You turn to leave but we spend an hour in your doorway, my head against your chest, familiar heartbeat ringing in my ears.
You keep apologizing and I keep crying, and you push my hair out my face and kiss me hard.
I see how deeply you still love me every time you look at me, sad brown eyes,
But you only see the darkness. It swallows you whole sometimes.
But,
you know, my birth name means "bringer of light"
And that's what I've been in your life and what I'd always be. I'd bring you every last bit of light I had until I completely burnt out. I'd be your lighthouse through every storm,
guiding you home.
I love everything you love about yourself, and I love everything you hate about yourself, too.
And I know I talk too much
and I'm always getting into trouble,
but please, silly soulmate of mine, don't give up on our crazy, ridiculous, all-consuming love.
It's not through yet.
Trust that I'm here,
light in the dark,
waiting for you to return.
I don't think we're even halfway through.
Not yet.
You call me up drunk, telling me we're going to get married someday, white picket fence and two dogs. I want to believe you so fucking bad. I drive around town at 1am trying yo call you back, but you won't answer, so I scream along to Lacuna Coil and eat fries with tears streaming down my face. Why aren't you here?
We're both a little fucking crazy, you and I.
You slap me and I slap you harder.
You turn to leave but we spend an hour in your doorway, my head against your chest, familiar heartbeat ringing in my ears.
You keep apologizing and I keep crying, and you push my hair out my face and kiss me hard.
I see how deeply you still love me every time you look at me, sad brown eyes,
But you only see the darkness. It swallows you whole sometimes.
But,
you know, my birth name means "bringer of light"
And that's what I've been in your life and what I'd always be. I'd bring you every last bit of light I had until I completely burnt out. I'd be your lighthouse through every storm,
guiding you home.
I love everything you love about yourself, and I love everything you hate about yourself, too.
And I know I talk too much
and I'm always getting into trouble,
but please, silly soulmate of mine, don't give up on our crazy, ridiculous, all-consuming love.
It's not through yet.
Trust that I'm here,
light in the dark,
waiting for you to return.