She never told you, But maybe the reason, She didn’t want to tell you, What was wrong, Was because, It made her heart hurt. It made her feel like a grey cloud, On a world that was already dismal, The kind of weather people block out, And put their umbrellas against. She feels like your personal storm cloud And she wants nothing more Than to be your sun.
“I remember the first time you held my hand. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or the fact I loved you but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins.”—11:49pm sadness (via keinekraftzumleben)