on the inside

it kills me a little... knowing that i'm coming up somehow short of all i wish i could mean to you. and the days pass here. long, lonely. missing every tiny thing about you right down to the things that break my heart. this whole thing is a car wreck in slow motion.

but i've told you this before, i'm not going anywhere unless you ask me.

so hold me. when i meet you again. remember the first time. the shaking and the hot hot rush. remember the passion. know that i love you. know that i would follow you to the end of the world, and even though you'll never ask me to, my bags are already packed.

know that for this time in all of the cosmic moments that will someday make up the time i spent on this earth, i am yours. madly. i hope one day i can make you happy.

and i ask one day that you could look at me and see me for the first time, all over again.