Monday, June 8, 2015

Promises

Take my arm and carry me through the trees again. Because I'm alive right now and I want to stay this way. 

Tell me you want me to stay alive, and mean it, because promises should go both ways, you try to love me and I'll try to save you. 

Because there's a big difference between someone who wants you, and someone who would do anything to keep you, and I want you to be that difference, the one who would do anything to keep me, because I'm a pair of jeans that's been worn out before they've even been taken off the shelf. 

My eyes are worn out from seeing nothing but shattered glass dreams, and hearts bursting at the seams. 

Promise me you'll love me at my best, because I swear to God I'm always trying my best for you.