Stop. Oh, Lord, please stop. Stop doing that – you're driving me insane. Can't you tell that every time you smile I fall for you a little more? That every time you laugh I lose another piece of myself to you? That every time you cry my soul shatters, and I cut myself trying to pick up the pieces? And then I bleed. I bleed for you.
You toss your hair out of your eyes and you shift your grip on the steering wheel to hold it a little tighter and I feel your grip on my heart shift and squeeze.
Thoughts?
xx