you’re nothing short of my quickest disaster. pain, agony, fear, anxiety; butterflies. you fill me with butterflies. but i’m afraid of this; will you break my heart? if you can, please let me down slowly. hold me fragile so i won’t break from the fall. aching, i just keep aching. my stomach is aching - are you aching too? do you feel the same? give me answers; i just want answers.

“answer me now, or answer me later.” is this just another lost cause? am i just another lost cause? will you give me a chance - give us a chance? can we watch the sky fall, admiring the stars as they sing to the moon? i’d cut the moon in half and share it with you, if only you’d be so willing. so dear, are you willing? or am i just willing to fall again?