jarrodmatthew:

when was the last time you woke up feeling this good even though you were sore all over? when was the last time you looked at the pale blue veins on the back of your hands or the scars on your knuckles and wanted somebody to love them because you couldn’t? because you just wanted their hands to mask it out when they held yours, that’s the only way. you could only love yourself when they touched you, and everybody always says what a shame it is to live like that but we’re just being honest, and i don’t know how you fall in love if something doesn’t happen like that when they smile at you, that they don’t change your whole life when they touch you. all the walls fall down. when was the last time you got lost in his eyes in his bed, or at what part did you swallow while you were kissing him because you were nervous and you didn’t even realize it. what’s it like to be scared and trusting, did you check your phone as soon as you woke up or were his arms wraped around you when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed? did he tell you things he never told anybody and did you just want to wrap your arms around him? said you wanted to kiss me in a zombie game with the curtains closed, said we’d write in sharpie on the graffiti wall, said to myself i’d write our names in every photo i’d ever take, said this was the part where everything finally got better. there wasn’t anything i wanted to miss, you woke me up, you woke me up