Aus dem Leben eines Oxymoron...♥

I wonder if he wears slippers around the house
or what drink he always orders at restaurants
or what his last thoughts are before his eyes
close for the night
I wonder what his hair smells like
or what his skin feels like
or why he got each of the inked
marks on his skin
I wonder if he prefers texting or calling
or if his mother sang him lullabies when
he was a childor what he feels like when he hears the rain falling
But I am never going to know what it's like
to feel his skin pressed against mine
or know what he likes in his coffee
or even if he likes coffe
And I wonder why I love a stranger with all my heart
and why someone who doesn't even know my name
means more to me
than I mean to myself.

I feel so pathetic because I want to talk to you all the time and I bet you never even think of me.

What we all want in life is to travel, to fall in love and be happy.

I'm not close to many people anymore.

Maybe I'm just too fucking complicated for anyone to love.

You should have opened your eyes.
I was crazy for you.

I didn't wanna fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled and holy shit, I blew it.

I don't have much to offer but I promise you can have the best of me.

Love me 'til I'm me again.

People who hide their feelings usually care the most.