i particularly enjoy myself when you're upset.

it's like beautiful firework displays, like it's the storm i've been anticipating. waiting. stalling the moment by staying quiet. we then continue to enjoy the summer moments of our relationship.

this summer has to be different, it's taken us two years but i guess better late then never. i think i have finally accepted i will never be who you want rather who you need, finally accepted that you will always spill the cup when it is filled to the brim, finally accepted that you can not devour my words without them being a well prepared meal.

i denied my soul peace and leisure my entire life, and now it will not accept these emotions til' it has completely emptied of your bitter hatred.