He told me that my eyes looked pretty when I had just cried
And I knew I had found The One

I have this thing
Where I tell myself
That everything's a lie
The world
My memories
Your love and
The words that escape your lips.

I have this thing
Where I convince myself
That my world is make-belief
That it's self-deceiving
Thinking that you mean it,
And that our fairytale is just
Another untrue story

I think I need to realize
That what we have might just be real
And that nobody
Can stick to somebody like this
Unless they really care
And that the 52 reasons
Aren't something you'd have trouble finding

I found what I needed
Right beneath my skin

I found what I wanted
In the folds of his neck

I found my darkest secret
Just below her waist

I found what I wished for
Down the road

I go by his scent, and the aura of his being
to locate his soft skin in my sleep

I am attracted to him like a moth to a light
but only because he keeps me alive in a matter no one seems to grasp

His breath is my breathing
his heartbeat is mine as well.