Who do you belong to?
Who do you belong with?
Always and forever you
You’re the only one I miss when I’m alone in my room.
You’re the only one I miss when I’m alone in my room thinking of the shadows of what I could’ve been before circumstances got ahold of me.
You’re the only one I miss when it’s Sunday, I’m in a room full of friends talking about the one that got away and feelings hit me at my core like a runaway freight train.
There’s something about the mahogany of your eyes that keeps me hypnotized.
If I asked you to stay just a little bit longer would that be okay? Your excuse to the world for being late is you can put the blame on me.
Tell me a happy moment…
Are you happy in this moment?
When’s the last time you were happy?
Think about it; take a moment.
Is there something positive in this life you’ll remember always?
Right now we living in a love poem. I hope it turns into a love story.
I’ve never been good at predicting how things will end. I’ve never saw the aftermath coming.
What’s best for you? What’s best for me? What’s best for us? I hope the answer to that trifecta questionnaire is the same.
All these questions are asked with sincerity.
Why are you so afraid?
Because I know what comes after love.
What happens when my side of the bed becomes somebody else’s place?
Now we are stargazing as we look into each others eyes. What happens when you say you need space?
I say I love you and you say it back without hesitation.
What happens when I say it and you have to think about it first before you reply?
Or even more down the line when I say it and I know its one of the last times I’ll be able to say it and you answer with “I will always care about you, I’ll always be there if you need me”
I hate that so much. No one who says that is always there when you need them. Most of the time it’s the opposite.
Opposites only attract when you lie to yourself.
And the most sickening thing is you can never be mad at someone for doing what’s best for them.
What’s best for you?
What’s best for me?
What’s best for us?
Sometimes you feel worse after you right your wrongs. We give apologies for our actions. We give apologies because we don’t want the regret to weigh on our soul.
The past changes us.
Eventually everything changes and all that’s left is what we used to be before life got ahold of us.
And once life is done what is really left of us?
Take it back some….
After the day is done and you’ve managed everything you could to make it out alive. What’s left of us?
We give our all and still feel incomplete.
We slow dance through all these complicated rooms and still feel as if something is missing.
I can’t control your insecurities, but I can give you reassurance.
I can hold you tighter than ever before. I can kiss your forehead like I’ll never see you again. I can listen when you speak and recite back to you over time all of your favorites. I can tell you how I hold my breath for a little bit when you walk in the room. Blessed be the man who gets to appreciate all of you.
I can’t control your doubts, but I can do my best to make sure that you have none.
I can satisfy you as I lay you down and promise to be there when you wake up. But I can’t control your thoughts as you sleep. I’ll do my part to make sure it’s less nightmares and more dreams.
I can not promise you tomorrow or the day after.
I can not promise you the distance of near or far.
I can not control the Sun or the Moon.
How ocean waves move have nothing to do with me.
What I can say without any doubt.
Is I’m great at seeing the beauty in goodbyes and as beautiful as you are I never want to give a goodbye to you.
Here and Now in this very moment you have my heart. I want this moment to last forever.
Who do I belong to?
Who do I belong with?
Always and forever you