cogitation.

“i’m in love with the idea of being in love with you” - chem0

and maybe one de we’ll grow… maybe one day we’ll be… i guess we’ll never know… we’ll just have to wait and see.

to dream is to falsely believe in our bliss, only to wake up to bitter truth of the lack thereof. to dream is but the bane of my existence.

because these words are my outlet. because poetry has life.

and it’s the memories that hold me back… and it’s the thoughts of what could, should, and would be that won’t let me let go… and it’s the promises we once made that have me waiting, hurting, fighting for a chance at your heart again… 

(via chem0)

chem0:

I’m stuck in the middle of the road, and nothing makes sense. The car won’t start even though I haven’t tried turning it on. My eyes are looking forward, but my mind is racing backwards. Its running towards the memories, trying to keep up with the times when you used to sit in the passenger seat….

love is a fool’s game. trapped in the dim recesses of uncertainty and possibility, why do i even bother? love is a fool’s game. i question if it’s love that i feel. perhaps just close ties to a history of a paramount union… a best friend. love is a fool’s game. am i the fool?