I talk about you like you put the stars in the sky. But it’s only because I’m pretty positive you do. After all you gave me the universe on my ceiling. And the lights coming in between the cracks in the blinds before I’m ready to go. I’d waste all my time. And I’d spend it all away if it was all spent away with you. I’d go bankrupt. I’d loan out minutes from the universe and beg and bargain with the solar system to spin the world backwards so I can spend another twenty four with you. Because nothing beats a cold morning and knowing we don’t have to get up for hours if we wanted. Nothing can top the promise of time, even if it’s short lived. Things are going to be okay for you and me..they’re gonna be alright. I’m sure of it. I’m as sure as you pull the stars from the sky and hold them in your pocket for a day when you’re not so sure the sun will come out. I’m searching for you in everything. And I know it might seem crazy, insane. But I see you in most things now. You’ve spent too much time here, but it still doesn’t seem like enough. enough enough, what does it mean anymore? Is anything ever enough when it comes to this? 

I don’t think it ever will be

Until I see you every morning when I wake up, and see you in the stars on my ceiling, until I live my life paralleled to yours…nothing is ever enough