intertwined

I love you.

Here we are, with a rush of passion,
but without a clue.

Here we are, and we're okay,
but not perfect.

I wish I could say that we'll be perfect,
in time, when we have that confidence.

But every time I think we have a chance to be perfect,
you say never.
never. never. never.

I try to make up for the hope you lack,
but I can't do that anymore.

Am I wrong?

Should I give up that hope?

Tell me, is there anything to hope for?

Or are you never going to let that happen?

Answers, baby.

I need them.
I need to know what you want.

Otherwise, my only other options are to hurt myself with false hopes, or to give up.

And honestly, I refuse to give up.
So things are okay,
and from my view,
they're getting better all the time.

I love our passion.

The way we intertwine.

Feverishly falling for each other.

You didn't mess everything up,
we just got confused,
and together we untangled the stress and mistakes.

I'm glad it all happened.
I know you better,
I know what you want,
what we want.

We're becoming one,
intertwined with love.

And I couldn't be happier.

Reviews

[Katelin]

Interesting.. I like the way you write. Lots of emotion and easy to relate to. Nice job =)