Some of us are so lonely that when people show a bit of interest and concern, we fall in love with them
How can we not fall in love with people who gave us something we desperately need—a bit of love and attention
How can we not want to hold someone’s warm hands when all we ever felt was the coldness of the night while our bones ache
How can we not want this person to love us whole when all we ever did our whole lives was rebuild broken walls from tiny pieces of ourselves scattered on the floor
You shine so bright while I’ve been stuck in this darkness and I can’t seem to find a way out
How can I not want to kiss you when you make me not want to kill myself.