You don’t know;
that sometimes it’s hard for me to take you seriously, merely because I don’t know if you take me seriously. You don’t know that I want to like you like that, but I really just can’t because I really don’t know how many lies it takes a person to get to the center of my heart.
You don’t know how much I want this to be the fairytale. You don’t know that I want to save you and that I want you to save me. You don’t know that I want to fall hard for you so badly, but can’t because I just don’t know if I’d be able to pick myself back up if you weren’t to catch me.
You’re like a fruit. I want to bite into you, feed on you, relinquish my thirst on you, consume you. But what if you’ve been poisoned, and what if I’m Snow White.
“If this was the damage love could do, Haven wanted no part of it.” - The Eternal Ones by Kirsten Miller
