Amelia_v

I had an idea

I wanted to spill all my anger into the page

so why is it always so hard to write 

I stay up late finishing work that would be better done in the morning. 

Sitting at my desk,

the moon makes its way through the sky, 

I did not fall in love with his face

I fell in love with his words

the way he smiled

the way he cared

the way he knew exactly how I was feeling before I said a word