Glimpses cross her mind as if she's seeing into a potential future. They're small and they're often, almost paving an entire storyline of their own.
Fantasy and daydreams, becoming more dangerous the more they're entertained.
Because these glimpses give her hope, watering a blossoming of warmth that grows inside her as days go on. A hope that manifests but reality does not take.
Reality is hot and cold in what it gives her. Dangling a carrot in front of her of what could be, but in truth can actually never be.
Nights spent tangled up in one another, as if the world outside whatever enclosure they've found themselves in does not exist outside the two of them. Mornings she's glued to her phone, passing messages of endearments like she's mailing off pieces of her heart with each one.
And in the afternoon she lets her mind fill in the gaps. Gaps of possibilities of if whatever they're doing can just make it across the finish line.
A finish line that she's chasing, where she runs and she runs, a three legged race but she's dragging along deadweight.
[FILL] Mailing Pieces of My Heart to You
Tags: situationship, unrequited love, one-sided
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Glimpses cross her mind as if she's seeing into a potential future. They're small and they're often, almost paving an entire storyline of their own.
Fantasy and daydreams, becoming more dangerous the more they're entertained.
Because these glimpses give her hope, watering a blossoming of warmth that grows inside her as days go on. A hope that manifests but reality does not take.
Reality is hot and cold in what it gives her. Dangling a carrot in front of her of what could be, but in truth can actually never be.
Nights spent tangled up in one another, as if the world outside whatever enclosure they've found themselves in does not exist outside the two of them. Mornings she's glued to her phone, passing messages of endearments like she's mailing off pieces of her heart with each one.
And in the afternoon she lets her mind fill in the gaps. Gaps of possibilities of if whatever they're doing can just make it across the finish line.
A finish line that she's chasing, where she runs and she runs, a three legged race but she's dragging along deadweight.