We have to stop running into each other like this. We are waves crashing into one another with a force strong enough to take us both down.
Our love is like foreign constellations. We are unobtainable, unreachable, unfathomable beings that, if we were to collide, would do immeasurable damage to everyone in our wake.
But who said that we can help the gravity and all of the unforeseen forces that pull us together? Who said we can control any of it?
Song: Crash – You Me At Six
I keep accidentally writing poems and then finding the perfect song for it and realizing they have the same title. Oops. I swear I’m original.